Thoroughly disappointing. The book begins charmingly enough, briefly covering McMurtry’s childhood but once he hits adulthood and begins his career in the book trade, this memoir becomes a dull bore, of interest only to those who are fascinated by the ins-and-outs of the antiquarian and second-hand book business.
I give you exhibit A:
Her library contained a few expensive books, plus many thousands that were attractive without being very particularly expensive. One (shed) turned out to contain nothing but books by the Reverend Sabine Baring-Gould. How often does a shed full of Baring-Gould’s three-deckers fall in your lap? Who could turn that down?
Woo-hoo. And there’s plenty more where that came from.
Most chapters are very short and smack of disjointed thoughts jotted in a notebook and loosely strung together to make a book. Some of the writing is downright poor; Books reads like an unedited work-in-progress. If I hadn’t known this was written by the same author responsible for Lonesome Dove and The Last Picture Show, I never would have guessed it from this unimpressive offering.