i'm supposed to go get some free shit done at the dealership today, their mags are shit.

the books that sit in the trunk are ones i can beat to death.
think it's got "the sportswriter" by richard ford and rabbit is rich by updike.

oh, and the sportswriter is why "indy day" got hit with a pulitzer. good book, but when there's a sequel to the real deal that took years to make it into the hands of those who proclaim greatness it's a make-up call david stern would love.
i just ordered the granta they gave ford the keys to. i hate short stories, but "rock springs" was honestly fucking genius in being the only thing i've read where the weirdness of the residents in the mountain time zone is done right. if his granta is close, it'll be decent fast shit.