Open City

It’s never a good sign for the book you’re reading when you’re relieved that you have to do some work and so must step away, gleeful to put it down. I’m giving up on this one after 100 pages, having devolved into skimming to find any semblance of thing I want to read. Ostensibly about walking around New York City, Cole layers in scenes from Belgium, Nigeria. It sounded so promising when it was mentioned in a recent article that also brought up the interesting fact that classifying “fiction” and “non-fiction” is a purely American thing to do (and quite silly).