I found this book at a discount bin, and for the price decided to give it a try. I have been drawn to essays and memoirs lately. I was actually surprised by how much I enjoyed it, although I have to say that I don’t think it is a book to be read from cover to cover. I browsed and read parts of it over the past month, and there are probably parts I never got around to reading, and pieces I reread just for the pleasure of the language. I loved his insights and recollections of growing up in the Jewish area of Montreal, and I think I appreciated his writing here better than when I read some of his fiction. I may even go back to reread his fiction. After so many years I may have a different appreciation of it. ( )