I finally got around to reading T.C. Boyle’s Worlds End. A satirical, 480-page romp through the early colonial days of the Hudson Valley through the late 1960s chronicling generations of two families and a tribe of Kitchawank Native Americans locked in an epic struggle for survival. In one of the novel’s many fever-dream sequences, our cursed antihero, Walter van Brunt—already an embittered, bilateral amputee haunted by ghosts—careens around Peekskill in a flashy MG convertible. In Boyle’s more than capable hands, you can feel the raw power of the British roadster as his gripping prose pushes you onward…to inevitably fantasize about…
