“Your father’s dead,” Malone said.

This was reported neither with relish nor with sympathy.

In a way, Tester liked this best. No pretense of concern.

Your father is dead.

Outwardly Tester took the news with great calm.

Inwardly he felt the sun close its distance from the earth; it came near enough to melt the great majority of Tommy’s internal organs.

A fire ran through his body, but he couldn’t show it.

Victor Lavalle The Ballad of Black Tom (2016)

Heartfelt thanks to all those who left messages with concern and kindness for me, either on posts here or in email: much appreciated.

It’s hard to believe it’s September already, back-to-school time here, and the beginning of the lushest publishing season of the year.

Later this week, I’ll post about my reading plans–for this autumn in general, for this November in particular (hint, hint).

Victor Lavalle’s remarkable novella is bookish and strange and enjoyed it wholly. He’s got a new, full-length novel, out now.

But, of course, no end of new books to consider just now. What’s new on your stack: new-to-the-literary-world, new-to-you?