I have a mini-stack to return to Jane. There may (must) have been others before these.
"A Confederacy of Dunces" by John Kennedy Toole was funny, like an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm sent magically to us from Louisiana in the 1960's... yet the author's biography and the story of his story may be even better than the story itself.
Erik Larson's epic nonfiction "The Devil in the White City" seamlessly intertwines two incredible stories from Chicago in the 1890's... grabbing me from start to finish, so much so that I temporarily denounced Fiction...
bringing us to Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein" which I became annoyed with at first but felt compelled to finish. I learned that the Frankenstein is the name of the doctor, not the monster, who is only referred to as monster or wretched fiend. I feel that as a society we should correct this mistake. Spread the word:
Frankenstein was the doctor and his name was Victor.
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