My neighborhood book club read and discussed Leaving the Atocha Station by Ben Lerner. We’re an odd mix, and it is always interesting to see who “likes” and who doesn’t. Leaving the Atocha Station is about as high literary-meta as you can get: a bored precocious poet is writing, and the novel is about how he’s not writing, and how he’s not even sure what writing, and communicating in general, means, especially not in Spanish in Spain. It is very short, and not much happens. The narrator can be deliberately annoying. But everyone agreed it was an interesting deconstruction of the idea of writing. Everyone liked it!