Saturday, December 28, 2013
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Friday, November 15, 2013
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Thursday, September 26, 2013
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Friday, September 6, 2013
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Thursday, August 29, 2013
booker-shmooker. This is one of the worst novels I have ever read. Preposterous premise (clueless clones in fake 1970s "England"), preposterous narration (sample sentence: "We had sex"), preposterous dialogue (I'll spare you). On the other hand, you could use it as a handbook on how to write bad fiction. While reading it, I felt like I was trapped in a disastrous creative writing seminar.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Friday, August 9, 2013
Monday, July 22, 2013
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Monday, July 15, 2013
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Monday, July 1, 2013
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Monday, June 24, 2013
Saturday, June 8, 2013
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Friday, May 31, 2013
Monday, May 20, 2013
Monday, May 6, 2013
Monday, April 29, 2013
james salter: light years
Very mixed feelings about this novel. I spent time trying to find the word to describe my annoyance: is the style "precious" or "pretentious"? There were a few great moments: "To her husband she was understanding, even affectionate, though they slept as if there were an agreement between them; not so much as a foot ever touched. There was an agreement, it was marriage." And this: "Solid, generous, practical, he was all hull; he had no keel. The rudder was small, the compass drifting."
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Friday, April 19, 2013
Monday, April 8, 2013
Sunday, March 31, 2013
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