I’m reading “King” by John Berger – a story told from the perspective of a dog (with considerable liberties) about a homeless couple living near a freeway in Italy. I’m about two-thirds of the way through the slim volume, far enough to confirm my opinion that Berger is one of my favorite living authors. His oeuvre is wide and diverse, and I have yet to read something that is not at least a little challenging and a little innovative.
Liz, you wouldn’t like his style, as it is so compact it often borders on poetry, but perhaps you might get into some of his non-fiction writing on art and culture. He has donated all of his proceeds from two books and his Booker prize to various causes.
Oh, I don’t want you to think that I don’t like pared down style at all. I’m a generalist.