2666 by Roberto Bolaño

This one time I got 5 fully grown people to read a 900 page novel lacking much semblance of plot, tension, or resolution.

Snow by Orhan Pamuk

Abandoned this after about 200 pages due to boredom and stupidity (its, not mine). Like watching aliens engage in earnest debates about shades of difference in the coloring of non-existent fauna.

The Grand Turk by John Freely

This guy sure likes the rote recitation of lists. Still, picked up a lot about the city where I happened to be.

8 Pieces of Empire: A 20-Year Journey Through the Soviet Collapse by Lawrence Scott Sheets (01/12)

Gravity's Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon (12/11)

Sitting in Alison's mother's Harlem apartment while Alison and friends traipse around the city. Finally finished this monstrosity in the late afternoon, at the kitchen table and three coffees into a day that feels over before it began.

The Savage Detectives by Roberto Bolaño (10/11)

Humboldt's Gift by Saul Bellow (09/11)

Edit from 2018 aka The Future: I forgot just about everything about this book! Maybe always jot some notes, Ben!