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The first part of this book I really enjoyed - the whole, young writer seeking dark experience to deepen her work. But as the book went on, the implausibility factor became so high - why were all of these people, police, reporters, prison officials, so willing to help this girl? - that I got off the ride. As the story continues, I started thinking, okay, just who is this girl? Her character never really comes into focus. And the last sentence - okay, it was funny. But it was a cheap joke that underscored the contempt that the author seems to have for his hapless heroine.
Your summer reads? A bunch of American guys writing about death. There's a world out there, you know, and it's not good enough to choose only one female novelist either.
Laura Miller is a fine editor and reader. I don't understand this creeping narrowness and Republican-ness in Salon.
This is such big box store literary journalism. "You make me want to set my hair on fire!" (Mrs. Bluth, from Arrested Development)
Ta,
Heather Mallick
Toronto, Canada