Bock's new novel is Going Home Again.
A couple of weeks ago I asked the author about what he was reading. Bock's reply:
One of the pleasures of living in a city like Toronto is meeting someone, quite by chance, who’s written a good novel or two. This happened to me not long ago, and so what I did was pick up a copy of Louisa McCormack’s second novel, The Catch, narrated by a perfectly drawn 40 year old TV producer who takes time out from the big city and heads back east to deal with some family business. McCormack’s first-person voice is a high-wire performance, superb dialogue and detail. You can tell this writer really gets off on language, really understands it as a tool, as a play-thing, and a means of getting closer to a character’s thinking. Her focus on the interior landscapes of the heart, and the sea and landscapes of Prince Edward Island, is truly wonderful.Learn more about the book and author at Dennis Bock's website.
The last non-Toronto writer I read was probably Paul Auster. I don’t know where that cat lives but he sure can write. I plowed through The Book of Illusions like it was the story of my own life and I just had to power to the end to see if I got out alive. I read manuscripts all day long, though—writing students who’re cobbling together books of their own. It’s always a great ride, stepping into so many books all at the same time.
The Page 69 Test: Going Home Again.