I bought this book because it interested me on two levels.  First,  and ridiculously foremost, the authors name.  Irving.  The last name of my beloved John.  And secondly,  it’s a novel about Van Gogh.  Van Gogh is nothing if not interesting.
Yet, I was surprised at just how into this book I was.  I loved it.  […]

I loved this book.  Probably not so much to consider it one of the best ever, but it entertained me and appealed to me in many ways. 
There were all kinds of early American literature references and comparisons,  lots of intelligent conversation dialogue and an interesting plot - the finding of an unidentified manuscript from […]