Thursday, September 28, 2017
I should have liked this novel, but I didn't. It's Joycean, rowdy, raunchy, and reckless but the protagonist is not amusing. At best, he's a cad and a leech. He seemed violent and misogynistic to me. All the wit in the world can't smooth that over. I did like the Mary character (shades of Houellebecq's "heroines") but Sebastian rides roughshod over her (and everyone else).
Friday, September 22, 2017
Thursday, September 14, 2017
Friday, September 8, 2017
Sunday, September 3, 2017
Saturday, August 26, 2017
Sunday, August 20, 2017
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Frumkin's adventures in middle-brow land. Not to be mean-spirited, but this book creaked from beginning to end. Unpersuasive characters, style trying too hard to be clever, and endless scenes in airplanes that made me never want to travel again. This book makes Truman Capote look like Tolstoy. Speaking of which, back to War and Peace (I'm on page 273, the battle of Austerlitz), which features a regiment dog named Zhuchka, the same name as the dog in Brothers Karamazov. Must be a Fido/Rover kind of thing. Look for a Labradoodle named Zhuchka in Prospect Heights at some point in the future.
Tuesday, August 8, 2017
Friday, June 30, 2017
Thursday, June 22, 2017
Saturday, June 17, 2017
Thursday, June 1, 2017
Friday, May 19, 2017
Sunday, April 23, 2017
I started out enjoying this chatty, iconoclastic memoir, but as I waded into its 308 pages, I started to believe less and less of her story and to feel more and more like I had been Shanghaied by some kind of ADHD pathological liar, phoney, and con artist. She is often careless about details and the seams show. She remains throughout a journalist, voyeur, freeloader, spy, mole. I do not like you Bianca Bosker.
Saturday, April 22, 2017
Saturday, March 11, 2017
Thursday, January 19, 2017
Thursday, January 12, 2017
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