Anyway, Suttree is probably the best book I’ve read so far this year, and this post will totally not do it justice because it’s been so long, and I forget quickly.
It’s about Suttree, a guy in his twenties who gives up a comfortable, if not affluent, life to live in a houseboat on the Tennessee River and fish. He becomes involved with a huge cast of characters who live near the river. And that’s enough plot.
Imagine what would happen if John Steinbeck came up with a story in the vein of Cannery Row or Sweet Thursday, and William Faulkner wrote it. That’s Suttree. I enjoyed every minute of it – and there were lots because Suttree is a Very Long Novel and Totally Worth It.
I guess it’s taken me so long to write about it for a few reasons. First, there’s the thesis and the (no longer) sick cat. I also can’t post this review on my library blog because the first few pages of this novel describe a guy who sodomizes an entire field of watermelons and contain the N-word at every opportunity. Then, of course, it settles down – but I can imagine the complaints when some little old lady decides to give it a try. What’s funny is that my reviews over there are numbered, too, so they’ll be mysteriously missing #13. Which, I guess, is appropriate.
So. Go pick up a copy of Suttree - the library, of course, doesn’t have it – and settle in for a good five hundred pages. It’s so worth it.