Ironweed
William KennedyAn unexpected spooky season classic. Set on Halloween -> All Souls Day, a drunken bum discovers the meaning of his long bum life in 1938 Albany. A phantasmagoric and sentimental novel which has a lot to say about how to look back on a misspent adulthood. At times Beckett, at times Faulkner, it's a little too American-Irish Catholic to be truly bleak, so instead there's drinking, singing, talking, loving, and baseball.


