Garrison Keillor

We’ve taken our licks, and Garrison Keillor just keeps ticking. In fact, our resident superhero of literature is aging like fine wine. Honestly, he just gets better and better, and pretty soon he’ll have earned the comparisons that immoderate people (mostly on the coasts, you know) have been making between his writing and the truly timeless of American literature, by which we mean hall-of-famers like Mark Twain and F. Scott Fitzgerald. There has been a gratifying improvement in quantity along with quality; we don’t know how the maestro manages to crank the stuff out, but we ain’t complaining. Love Me may be Keillor’s most honest and funny novel to date, covering the latter period of his autobiographical oeuvre, and venturing beyond the well-established brand of Wobegon to describe the transcendently debased world of the solitary author. A writer writing about writers writing is rarely this effortlessly entertaining. Barnes & Noble Galleria, 3225 W. 69th St., Edina, (952) 920-0633, www.bn.com