As I write, it’s 95 degrees at 6:53 PM. I mention this because I read the passage below while waiting for the bus this afternoon in the dizzying heat. I laughed out loud. When you laugh out loud in such heat, something needs to be said about the book that made you do it.
It’s Busy Monsters by William Giraldi and it won’t be published until August. The Boston Phoenix excerpted a few pages in its current issue which is where I read it.
Here is the passage:
STUNNED BY LOVE and some would say stupid from too much sex, I decided I had to drive down South to kill a man. Gillian and I were about to be married and her ex-beau of four years, Marvin Gluck — Virginia state trooper, boots and all — was heaving his psychosis our way, sending bow-tied packages, soilsome letters, and text messages to the bestial effect of, If you marry that baboon I’ll end all our lives.