This is the golden age of American fiction. I really believe that. A number of outstanding novels have been written in the last few years. But it is hard to find them amid the tsunami of good, bad, and formulaic content splayed across the Internet and within the uneven inventories of big publishers. So each month, I plan to call attention to one particularly good novel published in the last ten years by selecting it The Pompous Menagerie’s Book of the Month. The goal here is simple: offer up a compliment and perhaps stimulate a few books sales for a deserving author—with a particular eye toward recognizing authors who have not yet achieved giant book sales.