so i have decided that this is the summer i read all the books i “should” have read by now—all the classics i have not gotten around to. this was, oddly, sparked by an asshole customer who said to alyssa “this is why small bookstores are better—no one in big bookstores knows anything about books.” which is, of course, inaccurate and ridiculous—poor alyssa is a nineteen-year-old girl who has not read any philip roth, and wasn’t able to recommend a title to the (fifty-year-old) man, but she’s probably read more books than most people you will pass on the street today. (unless you live on bookland ave) and i, too, love small bookstores, but that is not the point. another thing that is not the point is that there are other people in the store besides the nineteen-year-old girl (who is really not the target audience for philip roth), and between tom and greg alone, every philip roth book has been read by our staff. anyway, so i just started thinking about all the books i haven’t read that are canonical (not philip roth—i’ve read four and that’s plenty) but, say, fahrenheit 451. so—long review short, i read this yesterday. and it’s pretty much what i expected. even if you haven’t read it, you know what it is about. i think it makes some important points, but it won’t be making my all-time-favorite list. still, i’m glad i read it. his afterword is very good—i think i may have liked it more than the novel itself. so.