“Will wanted to liberate us all; no doubt he’d inherited a taste for lost causes. Yet there have been times - swaying at his side backstage in Boston; racing the wrong way down a predawn street in Memphis; cruising with the top down across the hot skillet of the Mississippi Delta in search of the blues - when I knew, at least for a little while, what it was like to feel free.”—
The closing paragraph of Jay McInerney's The Last Of The Savages
Few books that I have read lately have affected me in such a way as this one. McInerney’s power is in his subtlety and his powers of observation. This book crept up on me and thoroughly knocked my fucking socks off.