This is a really, really good novel--not as light and breezy as some of Miller's others, nor quite so quippy, but at least as good. All the rage, Jewish and otherwise, that lurked somewhere in the middle-background or further back is front and center, here. The novel has real, interesting things to say about war and art, and about religion and gender and sexuality and identity (in all its meanings). Most of the events in the novel happened to someone, if not the characters in the novel, which ... makes much of the novel hard to cope with.
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Episode Thirteen by Craig DiLouie
This is labeled as an epistolary novel, but that's not entirely right. There are entries that could not possibly have been written, fr...
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I read this book like thirty years ago (ack!) when I was in college, and I remembered liking it, and when my wife picked it as a classic-i...
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The cover text calls this something like "one of the most important novels" blah blah blah. It's not a novel, it's a disc...
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Not a novel, which ... well ... some of the events described in the book would stretch credulity in fiction. It's a book about the lie...
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