A few years ago I read Jim the Boy by Tony Earley which was a very quiet gentle book about---you guessed it!---- a boy named Jim. Now he's a young man in The Blue Star. Not as memorable this time but still a quiet and gentle book about good people, something you would feel confident in giving an elderly lady as a present.Unless your maiden aunt is reading Sebastian Horsley's Dandy in the Underworld which I just read about today in the NYT. A rather racy British memoir about heroine, crack and prostitution from the sounds of it by a very dashing looking young man. Although with the way memoirists are being unmasked lately and Mr Horsley being "repeatedly coy about what is real and what is contrived" it may be that we discover him next week sipping tea in a worn cardigan and reading Tony Earley!
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