It was totally unfair to the author, but I had a plane to catch. I read, Already Dead, The Name of the World, and Resuscitation of a Hanged Man in less than two weeks. Then I left the country.
           I don’t know of any author of Denis Johnson’s generation who deals with history, truth, and life so seriously.
The Name of the World had the feel of one of those fictionalized memoirs novelists write when they get famous and bored, but the others … I’d love to read them again. His writing deserves far more time than I was able to give in the first round.
