Winesburg, Ohio by Sherwood Anderson
Our book club read Winesburg, Ohio at my suggestion; it’s one of those contemporary classics I felt like I should have read. Here’s my take: I’m glad I read it, and I’m glad I’m done reading it. That sounds a little dire. I actually found the book compelling. The book is a short story cycle, and each story focuses on a person in the small town of Winesburg. A young newspaper reporter named George Willard appears in many of the stories, often as the person to whom a person’s secret tale is told. (Is Willard actually a stand-in for the author himself?) Anderson almost called the book “The Book of the Grotesque,” which would have been an apt (and completely unappealing) title. The characters here are not necessarily likeable, but they ring true to me.