This book (original title “I Pass Like Night”) is considered a contemporary classic and I honestly cannot understand why.
It is part autobiography, part fiction and it’s a collection of short snippets into the life of this New Yorker who seems to be trying to find himself while going through life in the city that never sleeps.
The stories are occasionally funny and exciting, but as a whole I wasn’t too impressed with the book. I guess reading it in little chunks spread out overtime didn’t help either.
Maybe the reason I’m not crazy about the book has something to do with the fact that I didn’t particularly care for the protagonist himself. Whether he got what he wanted or not, I wasn’t rooting for a particular outcome and I felt like he wasn’t fighting one way or the other either.
You can skip this one.
Grade: 5
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