I'll be posting a review sometime later on Thomas Berger's new novel Best Friends, his best book in years. Berger has been spotty of recent, but when he really digs his subtle claws in domestic life there's no one like him, no one better at limning the skull beneath the surface, no one better at tracing the passive-aggressiveness at modern life. A terrific book about two men, best friends and total opposites, who wind up trying to destroy themselves and each other -- very neatly, very succinctly raises questions about what we talk about when we talk about friendship. More later.