![]() ![]() ![]() Because really, this is just a rippin' good yarn. It is possible to have TOO many cookies before dinner. I think maybe it's enjoying the wink so much that I'd almost have to close the covers and roll my eyes at it (behind its back of course, lest I hurt it's feeling!). You'd have be a giant cynic to think those are bad qualities in a piece of literature.īut as I am looking back on this novel, I can't quite put my finger on why I liked it, but didn't LIKE IT like it. But this is also a story that is sort of in love with its cleverness, its wholesomeness, and its penchant for winking at you, like your grandfather who has just slipped you a cookie before dinner. With a storyteller of Towles' caliber, it almost couldn't not work. And Towles very much wants us to read The Lincoln Highway thusly. At least that's how they are in their ideal state. Stories are part myth, part fact, part-real life, part pure imagination. But really, it's an homage to how stories are constructed, told, read, and enjoyed. On the surface, this is part coming-of-age story and part PG version of On The Road. That's what we have here in Amor Towles' third novel, The Lincoln Highway. I guess it makes sense that one of our best pure storytellers would get around to writing a story where the major through-line is storytelling. ![]()
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