Robert Olen Butler’s “Late City” is quite simply fantastic.
It is a novel full of depth and feeling and passion; it is truly inventive, superbly written, fluid yet really well structured; and somewhat amazingly – given its subject – something of a page-turner. The ending made me cry.
This is the first time I have come across Butler’s work, the impetus to buy it coming from a) its appearance on a local Waterstone’s table, and b) the Pulitzer Prize recognition (more often than not a decent barometer of good American writing).
Having read “Late City”, it will be impossible for me not to read more of Butler’s fiction. In fact, I may just head over to Amazon right now…