Two thumbs up for Less is Lost by Andrew Sean Greer. Literature.
I enjoyed the previous book, Less, very much. This one, in which the eponymous Less stumbles across America, is even better. I wouldn’t suggest reading this if you haven’t read Less (though I suppose you could), but if you have and are wondering whether to read this one too, the answer is yes. It made me laugh out loud, even, at one point, cry-laughing so hard I sobbed for fifteen minutes.
A dramatic reaction, I know, to such Walloonery; his innocence about rent and probate and the passage of time is, of course, part of Arthur Less’s charm. He thinks each day will be better than the next; he is wrong. He awakens the next morning and thinks it again; he is wrong. He thinks we are free to become our true selves, that we are free to love as we choose. A mindset so United Statesian, you could serve it with ketchup.
But, friends, you cannot live on ketchup.
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