– If you don’t like spoilers, don’t read Max Watman’s trenchant, frequently withering group review of the new Ishiguro, McEwan, Canty, and more. But you’d be missing out, and the review comes complete with a rationale for revealing plot points in reviews–basically, that the very notion of “spoiling” makes no sense with regard to literary fiction. I have mixed feelings about that, but I’m in total agreement with him on the brilliance of Canty. As for McEwan, I haven’t read Saturday yet, but seemingly have read every last review of it, and I have to say that Watman’s main critique of the novel is one that I was surprised not to encounter sooner.
– One Lady Eve views another, with edifying results…such a fantastic movie, that.
– The Lady Megan unearthed this riveting site. You’ll laugh. Right up until you cry.
– The New Yorker arrived, and I went straight to the back of the book. There I encountered Hilton Als’s review of a new production of Miss Julie but could never quite catch my breath enough to take it in as, from the first mention of Strindberg’s name, all I could think of was this. As the Lady Tushnet might say, hee hee! Gooooordian knot….