The Literary Underground

I thought it rather extraordinary that I sat down on the 4 train yesterday morning next to a young man in a suit who was reading the Imre Kertesz novella (The Pathseeker) I read two weeks ago.  I mean, it’s not exactly Eat, Pray, Love.  I exclaimed about it and he just looked at me unmoved and said, “Oh.”


2 thoughts on “The Literary Underground

  1. Tam says:

    A similar thing happened to me with Gadda’s That Awful Mess on the Via Merulana”. I look up from my book and in the distance see a brightly colored book cover. I thought, “Hmm, could that be?” Later as the train uncrowded at a stop, I saw it was the same book I was reading that very day. I, too, comment to the other reader, an older man, and then he and I had a nice discussion about Gadda’s style – lyrical, winding and sometimes annoying (as I thought). I was a bit more bugged by the sexism, though … but I didn’t mention that at the time.

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