Comets On Liar

William Styron's 1967 novel The Confessions of Nat Turner
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Red Moon by Benjamin Percy
To Green Angel Tower part 1 (Memory, Sorrow and Thorn book #3) by Tad Williams
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Corollaries by Lubomyr Melnyk
My Life Sucks and I Could Care Less by Culo
Revelation Space by Kawabata Makoto's Mainliner
s/t by School Jerks
Walk Right Back: The Everly Brothers on Warner Bros., 1960-1969 by The Everly Brothers

I've been interested in reading William Styron's The Confessions of Nat Turner (1967) since I saw it prominently appear in the beach ball-popping and whitey-hacking humdinger of an ending to Jacopetti and Prosperi's Farewell Uncle Tom (Addio Zio Tom, 1971). The book both won the Pulitzer Prize for literature and garnered accusations of racism. I picked up a copy of it at the Book Corner (the Friends of the Philadelphia Free Library used book store) yesterday largely because the cover called out to me. I mean, look at that little flying dude to the left of the very stoic head presumably belonging to Nat Turner. It looks as if he's about to be pegged by a comet that's flown through Turner's voluminous afro. I don't know what I'll think of the book when I get the opportunity to actually read it, but this looks to be the edition to own.