Fortunate Pilgrim Book

What's more beautiful than a book that is so personal, so wistful, so poetic, where Puzo is most vulnerable showing this gentle side of himself, where he actually dared to imbibe hope in such an unabashed fashion. All that he was, all that he wanted to be, all his nights, all of his days, all of his endings, his yesterdays and tomorrows, his Art, all his experiences and relations he dolloped them into this book.

Not his personal favorite (That's a spot designated for Fools Die, that makes me irrelevantly happy that's his favorite too) but this is his most intimate work definitely. I don't think he let down his guard again after this novel. With his two earlier books, he remained chaste as an artist but after getting the shit pounded out of him for those endeavors, he graduated from Romanticism and became a Vegas hustler. Then he wrote a book for money called The Godfather. Uncut as it was, that book remains an amazing achievement in its own way.