I admit it. I had given up on John Irving. While I loved The Hotel New Hampshire, The Cider House Rules and A Widow for One Year - and OK, I liked Garp, though never as much as everyone else did - I felt he went off the rails with Until I Find You, still one of the worst books it has ever been my misfortune to read. It was so bad I vowed to never touch another Irving novel again. I'm like that.
So when I got the galley for Last Night in Twisted River, I happily passed it along to Herald movie critic and sometimes-nemesis Rene Rodriguez, another big Irving fan.
And he says this new novel is terrific, a back-to-form book that makes up for previous Irving excesses. Do I trust Rene? I think I do, despite all the dreadful movies he's sent me to over the years. (He still owes me for seeing Bright Star.)
Read his review and decide for yourself.