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.Learn more about the book and author at Dennis Bock's website.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.
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.
--Marshal Zeringue