I chose Moonglow as the final novel for my summer of reading
only books by Michael Chabon. Dutiful readers of this blog will recall that I
took a break to cleanse my palette with some short stories somewhere in...
"As soon as we express something, we devalue it strangely. We believe ourselves to have dived down into the depths of the abyss, and when we once again reach the surface, the drops of water on our pale fingertips no longer resemble the ocean from which they came...Nevertheless, the treasure shimmers in the darkness unchanged." ---Franz Kafka
