Does the literary estate of Stieg Larsson
has some sort of buy-in-bulk agreement with the MBTA's Red Line?
It seems that his novels are all anyone is reading from the marshes of Alewife to the Ramparts of Braintree.
I mean for the first time today, I actually saw someone reading a Non-Larsson novel right there out in the open on the train, it was "The Confederacy of Dunces" as a matter of fact.
Good book, good choice to defy the trend.
I'm making my last stand with books three & four of "The Gulag Archipelago".
Labels: Stieg Larsson