The first in a series of very short, shallow book reviews.
The Intuitionist by Colson Whitehead
This is the first novel I sat down and read in a long time. (Thanks to my mother for moving me to read some fiction, with a trip to the Harvard Book Store.) The plot was broadly that of a crime thriller, and a bit hard to follow in some places; there is one particular sequence that I had to go back and re-read twice, and I still haven’t quite figured out who the thugs involved belonged to. Despite that, I recommend it wholeheartedly. The novel is set in a version of 1950s New York in which elevator inspection is among the most significant of public services, and much of the novel concerns itself with the struggle between two opposing groups of inspectors (the intuitionists and the old guard empiricists). This is completely absurd, but while reading I found it to be utterly absorbing and believable. Really enjoyable.