This book title lends itself so well to a nice play on words. I posted in my Facebook status earlier this week that I was:
Off to bed to read Juliet, Naked. Nick Hornby is such a good writer!
One friend "liked" it, and I had the following comments:
- Virginia asked: Wasn't sure if that was the book title or if you like to read in the buff. :-)
- Mary commented: LOL -- I thought the same thing. TMI!!
And again, Hornby's writing is so good. You just have to read it to know what I mean. Here's one instance where his insight and attention to detail is amazing. Duncan, the number one obsessed fan is musing about Tucker Crowe, the reclusive singer Duncan idolizes:
Tucker Crowe was his life partner. If Crowe were to die--to die in real life, as it were rather than creatively--Duncan would lead the mourning. (He'd already written the obituary. Every now and again he'd worry out loud about whether he should show it to a reputable newspaper now, or wait until it was needed.)
To me, Hornby almost writes like a woman, in his details, thought process, and the way his mind circles around something picking it apart like I know I do from time to time. Guess that's not a female thing, just a thing.
Hornby has written five other novels (About a Boy and High Fidelity to name two) and a small boatload of nonfiction books, which I'm going to have to turn to next. I haven't read Slam, a novel for teens, so I'll give it a go as well. Try him, you'll like him!
Book Read: Juliet, Naked
Author: Nick Hornby
ISBN: 978-1-59448-887-0
