The Brothers K

After years of having it recommended to me and repeatedly contemplating picking it up, I finally gave The Brothers K its due. No, not the Dostoevsky masterpiece, but the David James Duncan one (I'm still working up the nerve to give the Karamazov brothers a fair shake). I just finished it yesterday and have no idea what to make of it other than to say it lived up to the hype. Although it's hardly the most meaningful part of the book, my favorite line is the one about Papa Chance pitching in the International League, where, the narrator recalls, "thirty or forty bored hockey fans swore and threw beer cans at you in French." Take a minute to consider the genius of that line if you must.