A review by somethinelse
The Yiddish Policemen's Union by Michael Chabon

Did not finish book. Stopped at 2%.

Couldn't stop thinking about how the writer is not from Sitka, how I loathe policemen, and the Israel and Palestine conflict. Once the fiction imagined Sitka was 2 million people, I felt done. Sitka would no longer be Sitka, just another metropolis. It took me out of the story. Maybe that's why authors often choose settings and places far away from their own perceived audience? 

I may come back to this book another day, but for now I'm going to imagine something else.