A Free Man

I experience an intense pleasure every time I open Lewis Warsh’s novel A Free Man. I become deeply involved, not so much with the story as with the book itself, something I haven’t experienced since reading F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Tender is the Night. It’s rare to be so enmeshed in reading a novel, and rarer still in one whose sentences you covet, whose words are like precious stones. In the midst of Warsh’s impressive grammatical precision and syntactical mastery, again and again we come across passages that speak directly to all our lives.

 Vincent Katz

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