The only thing I had ever heard about “Everything Is Illuminated” was that it was a “hipster” book. I never really knew what that meant, but I also never really doubted it, since most of the time I saw it being carted around by someone who could probably fall into that category. And the obscure title kind of fits the part. But then again, I really liked “Infinite Jest,” so what the f@ck do I know.
But then I see this pretty young lady reading it (wearing some sweet sweet riding boots that the wife would love), and she doesn’t really fall into that category. And now that I know the plot line involves a young American trying to piece together what happened to his family during the Nazi liquidation of Jews in the Ukraine, I think I might have to revisit how I see this book. Or maybe, you know, read it.