Telegraph Avenue was a book I looked forward to for months though I wasn't sure what to expect. As with most books by favorite authors I just wanted to read it. Most of my favorite stories are those that are a short peek into someone's daily lives. This is just that.
We see Archy Stallings and Nat Jaffe's record store on the verge of going under. We see the potential crumbling of their wives midwifery practice. Lastly we see the coming of age of two boys. A recipe for perfection.
The best, and perhaps most important, part is Chabon's always flawless prose. He makes skateboarding harmonic and the music, that sets the soundtrack to the book, groovy.
The only problem I had with the book is that I was notoriously bad at keeping track of people's races which in this story it matters. It was probably my fault but from time to time it took me out of the experience. What language that was written for those of other races, most of the characters, seemed true to form, not forced (but alas I am white and I could be wrong). You also have to keep in mind that this book is set in the early 2000s.
I'd like to read it again, keeping better track of the characters, in a less disjointed experience. I normally read a book in a week or less - this one spanning over a month.