D.C. Noir 2: The Classics got a nice write-up in the Post yesterday. For obvious reasons I’m predisposed to like the book, and it sounds like there’s plenty to like:
Two of the finest stories rely on a collision of cultures. Edward P. Jones’s masterful “A Rich Man” follows a womanizing senior citizen’s descent into a maelstrom of trouble with a younger generation that he fails, tragically, to understand. Elizabeth Hand’s “Wonderwall” captures with visceral immediacy the landscape of Southwest Washington in the 1970s as experienced by artsy college students from suburban Maryland: “gunshots, sirens, the faint bass throb from funk bands at the Washington Coliseum, the ceaseless boom and echo of trains uncoupling in the railyards that extended from Union Station.”
That sounds like D.C., baby.
