We all scream for...morality?

Current book: An American Tragedy
Pages read: 16-58

So far this book is about an uber-religious family, the Griffiths, in a late 19th-century city (which I think is Kansas City, but I can't remember and I'm lazy right now so I'm not going to page through the book and look). Their eldest daughter has already run away with a boy, and their eldest son, Clyde, who's disillusioned with all the proselytizing, has become a bellboy at a fancy hotel and is hoarding his wages in order, one assumes, to eventually escape his life of evangelism. That's about it, since I didn't get very far.

It's pretty Victorian morality-oriented so far, I have to say. I think the plot will pick up, but I predict that Clyde will come to No Good. You heard it here first.

Also, he spent a brief period as a soda jerk at an ice cream counter, and it made me want an ice cream sundae really badly. Even though I had one on Wednesday. I'm such an addict.