Dissident Gardens.

Whenever I can grab my review copy, I am excited to read Jonathan Lethem’s Dissident Gardens—even after a somewhat mixed review by Ron Charles at the Washington Post.

Charles writes that Lethem “is almost magically adept at pushing the current action into the background and letting a character’s unmoored thoughts travel freely through the past.” Lethem’s The Fortress of Solitude, for me, was amazing sentence-by-sentence, which let me forgive the plot’s dragging—and Charles’ opinion of his new novel seems to be pretty similar. (Although I still suspect that was because I’ve never been in to comic books.) Nevertheless, who doesn’t want to read a book about a radical character who is described as “mothered in disappointment, in embittered moderation, in the stifling of unreasonable expectations, in ­second-generation cynicism towards collapsed gleaming visions of the future”?