Promiscuous Read: The Plover by Brian Doyle
Eclectic reader? Adventurous reader? Snobbish reader?
I’ve been called all those things by people who aren’t readers. Because to me, a person is either a reader or they’re not.
I classify books as “great books” and “dreck.” Period. I don’t even pay attention to the genre, because I don’t care. A good book deserves to be read, especially when we are served up so many not-good-books and told to love them. (The Goldfinch, anyone?)
In an effort to call attention to writers who deserve readers, I’m going to highlight books here from time to time, and I’m calling that ongoing series “Promiscuous Reading.”
Because, really. I’ll curl up with any good book. Invite it into my bed. Let it penetrate every orifice and cavity until I’m spent.
Today’s Promiscuous Read is The Plover by Brian Doyle.
(No, I don’t know Brian Doyle. His publicist/publisher didn’t provide me with a free copy of his novel. Nobody asked me to read/review/promote it. Because if that’s how everything happens, then most writers will never make money ever, ever again.)
I covet Brian Doyle’s ability to weave a sentence. I wish I could craft a sliver of a continuous paragraph as well as he does. His books read like Celtic or Viking sagas. Lyrical without the poetry. Oddball characters. Magic in the ordinary. I doled The Plover out like breadcrumbs, and it still ended too soon.
Because of Brian Doyle, I will never fly over the Pacific Ocean. Without staring at the blank expanse. And thinking of him.
Skip The Goldfinch. Help a deserving author and buy The Plover instead. You can find The Plover and other books by Brian Doyle by following the link to Amazon here: I’m a Promiscuous Reader!
What unheard-of, unusual, read-worthy book have you finished lately, Dear Reader?