Trust is a strange thing. I started Melville’s The Confidence-Man expecting a novel. I discovered something else. What? I am not sure what it was. There is a story here, if you define story loosely, very loosely. On a Mississippi riverboat, there are a lot of conversations. The whole book is conversations. There is presumably—it is never stated explicitly—one person—presumably the titular character—again, it is never stated—who … [Read more...] about The Oddity of Trust