With the publication of his second novel The Unnamed (2010) I noticed the reviews in the New Yorker, and advertisements all over. I had missed his first novel: Then we came to the End, which won the Hemmingway Foundation/PEN award and the Barnes and Nobel Discover Award. It was also a National Book Award finalist. He also writes for the New Yorker, living in NY. SO, both books were taken out of the Library, and provided extremely thoughtful ‘chews’. They require thinking as you read, and much more thought to digest/assimilate. There is so much I just can’t understand or relate to, yet it is so vivid you think ‘it must be real’. Corporate life, family, lawyer, having it all, to vagrant. The writing is astonishing, the story progression unusual. Neither is an easy read, but they are unforgetable.