Sep 13, 2007 17:39
Today I finished what was beginning to look like an unfinishable task when I reached the final page in 'Wait Until Spring, Bandini' by John Fante. When it's all put together it's really nothing more than an impoverished Italian immigrant family living in Boulder, CO during what I suspect must be either mid-twenties or early 1930's. It's somewhat similar to Bukowski in its bleak characterization and certainly lives up to the era it was named for.
Which now means I have 14 books sitting on the small table under the window (just bought a James Joyce novel I thought I had, though failed to realize that I had sold it back in college...it was probably only worth a couple dollars) and if I planned to finish them all by years end it would systematically even out to a book a week until '08. Two of them don't have conventional punctuation (or any to speak of), another two I was already 150 pages into before it was shelved for other pieces (not quite sure specifically what it was, though), eight of them have film adaptations (a couple successful in both mediums, a couple that failed horribly in film, one that's actually part of a six-part comic and another that was best left alone on the page), and one of them was written by the guy who was supposed to write the script for Halo that not surprisingly fell through. Guess we'll see how this turns out...