(A few times a week, I take a new book with me to lunch and give it a half an hour or so to grab my attention. Lunch Date is my judgment on that speed-dating experience.)
Who's your date today? In Hoboken, a paperback original novel by Christian Bauman.
Where'd you go? Pizza Brava, up in the U District, on the Ave.
What'd you eat? A regular piece of cheese pizza ($2, tax included) and a thick slice of meat pizza ($2, tax included).
How was the food? You know, after this morning's pizza talk, I really wanted a piece of pizza. And Pizza Brava has a lot of the necessities of a New York-style pizza place: grouchy-looking old people behind the counter, a big ugly wall mural of Seattle with a pizza rising instead of the sun over it, and pizza so flat I could practically use it as a bookmark.
The thing is, though I spent a lot of time in New York City, I'm not really crazy about New York-style pizza; I'm more impressed by spicy pizza, or pizza with something special going on in the dough. The cheese slice was good, and the two dollar price tag moves it up to 'great,' but I think I could go the rest of my life without ever eating here again and feel okay about it. If you're one of those "OMG THE ONLY GOOD PIZZA COMES FROM NEW YORK AND YOU WEST COAST HIPPIES WOULDN'T KNOW GOOD PIZZA IF IT FELL INTO YOUR PANTS" types, you should definitely check it out.
The thick-crust pizza was entirely skippable. There was too much of the bland dough.
What does your date say about itself? In Hoboken is about two lifelong friends trying to make it in the music business. But more than that, it's about Hoboken, New Jersey, the 'mile-square city' and birthplace of Frank Sinatra. Robert Stone says that "Bauman writes with precision, in prose that reverberates...strong, compelling work."
Is there a representative quote? "Originally, guitars were strung with gut, which led directly to modern nylon-string guitars. Nylon strings are no good for nobody. In his humblest of opinions, Thatcher held out that anything you could play on a guitar sounded better on anything other than nylon strings. Nolon strings sounded like dull rubber in a strong wind."
Will you two end up in bed together? Oh, God, yes. Novels about musicians are usually a turn-off for me, but Bauman is an incredible writer, and his writing about Hoboken makes me want to buy a plane ticket out to Jersey as soon as humanly possible--not because it seems like a beautiful place, or even an interesting place, but he's so artfully passionate about Hoboken that it's kind of hard to not catch some of that enthusiasm. This is one of those books--like Lethem when he's cooking, say, or Chabon at his most vibrant, when every line snaps and propels you forward. It's the best book I've taken to lunch yet.