Reviews

May 16, 2013

The Museum of Unhappy Women: Z by Therese Anne Fowler 2

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Paradoxically, this is the reason to write and read about Zelda, because she deserved a life much more interesting than the one that she got. Interesting to her, that is, a life she could have given her energy and talents to, not just a life made interesting by famous friends and European capitals.

May 16, 2013

Up Shit Creek, Sans Paddle: On David Waltner-Toews’s The Origin of Feces 0

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The Origins of Feces is a genial book, and often a kick to read, but I put it down thinking two things: 1. I will never look at shit the same way again; and 2. We are in deep shit.

May 14, 2013

War is Just Business: John le Carré’s A Delicate Truth 2

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There are moments when the machinery of plot grinds a little too obviously, but Le Carré remains formidable. Here, as elsewhere in his body of work, Le Carré proves himself a master of character development.

May 14, 2013

An Education in Economics and Love: A. Igoni Barrett’s Love Is Power, Or Something Like That 0

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Betrayals drive many of Barrett’s stories, but he takes pains to illuminate the love beneath them.

May 9, 2013

Sing It, Sister! On Meg Wolitzer’s The Interestings 10

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As I read its final lines, declarative and profound and true, I felt mournful. The book — this book! — was over. I closed the novel and wondered if I could write a book this big, this ballsy. I imagined Ms. Wolitzer behind an imposing mahogany desk, quill in hand. ”Why not?” she said to me, and smiled. Yes, why not?

May 7, 2013

Making Things Is Hard Work: Janet Malcolm’s Forty-One False Starts 1

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A fair amount of writing about artists is premised on the idea that they are better or worse or more generous or brutish or attuned to the subtle vibrations of the universe than the rest of us. Malcolm doesn’t seem to think so, and it’s very refreshing.