I finished two books today- one, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers, the other, Rat Bastards by John "Red" Shea. One is a work by a college educated writer who tryed to hit it big with a magazine before writing this book, and he always seemed on the cusp of fame; the other, a tough street kid from Southie who just got out of jail four years ago for running most of the Irish mob in Boston. Reading these books at the same time was an unintentional idea, but as it turns out they offer directly conflicting views on what it means to be a man in this world right now. I liked both books, probably (alright, obviously) saw something of myself in both of these guys, and admire them in seperate ways (one more so than the other, of course).
More to come.