Coover Plug Redux

[Diana York Blaine]

I second David's recommendation of Coover's Gerald's Party--it's out of
print so keep your eyes peeled for it in used book stores.  That's half
the fun.  Reading it is the other half, but "fun"  may not be the right
word now that I think about it. The entire novel revolves around the dead
body of a woman smack in the middle of the floor at a suburban cocktail
party--the nihilism and black humor recall Beckett at times but it's
even more nostalgic than something like Krapp's Last Tape. Modern?  Pomo?
Absurd?  Perhaps David's use of "weird" best sums it up. I suspect it's
out of print because no one knew what the hell to make of it. (I'm working
on it).

Saw Koko Taylor last night in Fort Worth and during her rendition of "I'd
Rather Go Blind," I realized tears were rolling down my cheeks. Awesome.
(Had fish for dinner, BTW.)   Diana