...I kind of like it, even...when cops write novels about cops, spies write novels about spies, politicians write novels about politicians, and Bill O'Reilly writes books about awesome dirty sex, but when English professors start writing about English professors things start to get a little bit depraved. Freaky, I mean. Which is kind of the road Richard Russo has been going down since he left Empire Falls. Writing about English professors, I mean.
But far be it from me to argue with a book whose dust jacket has reviews for a different book on it. The different book is, at least, another of Russo's: Bridge of Sighs, which appeared on our own humble reading list some time back. Yes, we're hip. Don't say we're not.
Russo's That Old Cape Magic is certainly worth a read (we opine, condescendingly). It's not exactly a beach book, title notwithstanding, but then it's not exactly beach season yet. You have plenty of time to squeeze it in. It's about an English professor who is, well, there's no other very good way to say this: screwed up.
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