Yawn

Okay Chabon, you are boring me. Why is a book with such a cool premise - film noir detective in an alternative reality (Jews going to Alaska rather than Palestine) - such a drag to read?

I mean, the writing is all there - a little full of it sometimes. But I am reading it, my eyes glazing over, trying to concentrate and then I see Kitchen Confidential on my bedside table. Yes, I am still reading that too. So I put down the Yiddish book and pick up the Kitchen book, and boom, he's got me. I love his storytelling, it's direct, funny, edgy, it moves and not just on the surface - damn, who taught Bourdain to write? Because he is damn good at it.

The competition continues. I just hope I can finish the Chabon before my bookclub. Maybe I shouldn't read it at night.