Book by the bestest, my most favoritest, multi-Booker Prize-winning author, J.M. Coetzee. I suppose if you haven’t read Elizabeth Costello yet you might start there, but I guess I won’t know if that’s for certain until I finish Slow Man. I’ve been hooked on Coetzee since I attended a reading of his, from Youth, a few years back. There’s not enough good to say—strange connections between life and language, vivid imagery, gloomy inspiration.