Yes, I’m reading The Fourth Hand. I love John Irving, Garp, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The Ciderhouse Rules and the earlier Watermethod Man are all favorites. But this book. What a piece of crap. He even has a little blurb at the end about why he wrote the book. Almost an apology. And he should apologize. I don’t think I’m going to finish it. Hollow characters, clunky self conscious prose, it’s supposed to be funny, but the only thing that amusesd me was the doctor who went jogging with a lacrosse stick so he could fling dog turds at the rowers on the river. I think that’s a metaphore for Irving’s flinging this turd at the reading public. Otherwise, be warned, stay away.

I’m getting a new iMac! How can I get Becky to agree to spending the extra $300 for the one with the BIG screen. It’s so pretty!