Reading Kosinski's Steps feels a little like witnessing the birth of a sexual predator. David Foster Wallace calls it "a collection of unbelievably creepy little allegorical tableaux done in a terse elegant voice that's like nothing else anywhere ever." Grab a copy, wrap a fish hook in a small ball of dough, swallow whole, and enjoy the sensation.

[Editor's Note: While we highly recommend reading Jerzy Kosinski, we don't condone swallowing sharp, non-digestable objects.]

Bill Boggs