“Mr. Boardwalk” was one of those books I read slllooowwwlllyy. I didn’t want to finish....
Greenstein’s words come like the incessant clink-clink of boardwalk arcade games–a feast of sentences and paragraphs and pages that read like lunch: you eat them up. It’s a seduction, really, and one has no choice but to want to know the why, what, and oh, the where....
Read “Mr. Boardwalk” in summer if you want. Or, read it in the dead, cold of winter. Either way, you’ll hear the seagulls. You’ll people watch. You’ll lick an ice cream cone. You’ll hold hands on the boardwalk. And you’ll get a little sunburned, a little older, a little wiser.
From the latest review of Mr. Boardwalk, by Nicole Monaghan, a prize-winning flash fiction writer who also appreciates longer forms:
The complete review is here.
"A heartfelt bildungsroman, a story of a man coming to terms with his complicated youth, and a vivid novel of place"