Fags, punks, and blue-bloods intersecting in NYC between the Bicentennial and the Great Blackout of 1977. It's a long book but the writing is spectacular.
Crap. Pure and utter crap. NPR Best Book of the Year. Agatha Christie comparisons. Turns out its really just incredibly flat characters, strained dialogue, and predictable plotlines. I blame this book's success on this whole Gone Girl, Girl on a Train thing going on. This will be a mediocre film at some point. Perhaps I'll watch the film, because I abandoned the book after 150 pages, which I almost never do.
8 out of 10. Great writing. Almost all character development with the plot a conscious afterthought. Some find it pretentious, but I get the sense it is a purposeful pretension that speaks to the characters.