Over my six flights in August, all but one was seriously delayed (more than an 90 minutes). Those delays did give me time to get a little more work done and to get a little reading done.
A month ago, I started Roth’s The Plot Against America waiting on a flight at NYC’s La Guardia airport. It was odd then, when two weeks later I finished the book waiting for a flight in Newark Airport. Even more so considering that the book is set in Newark, and I hadn’t been to Newark in more than a decade–and only then on the way to NYC.
Newark was as unspectacular as I remembered it. The book was good but a bit disappointing considering the author. Roth is an excellent writer and the story is well-constructed. Maybe others’ desire to read so much into the story jaundiced my appreciation for it, but I liked American Pastoral and The Great American Novel much better.
