I should have learned my lesson.
A couple of months ago I came across a book that I thought had great potential. Of course, I didn’t note the title or author. So over a few days, I spent several hours going through every novel in the fiction section at several stores, thinking I could find this book. And eventually I did — Under The Volcano by Malcolm Lowry.
A week ago I was at the South Keys Chapters when I picked up a novel off a table and sat down to read the first few pages. I read the first 30. It’s a novel about a young woman in the 1930s who climbs through up the society ladder after meeting a guy in a bar on New Year’s Eve. I think it was New Year’s Eve in 1938. I just can’t remember for sure.
The novel starts out with the woman and her husband touring a gallery for a new photo exhibit. It’s several decades later. They come across a photo of Tinker Grey. In one photo, he’s looking pretty bad. Life has been hard. The novel then goes back in flashback to the day when the woman met Tinker.
And then I did it again. I didn’t write down the name of the author or the title of the book. So I’ll start another search.