Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Ford's new novel gets the Michiko treatment

Today's NYTimes features a review of Richard Ford's Lay of the Land by the grumpy Michiko Kakutani. Does this woman actually like anything?
This novel showcases many of Mr. Ford’s gifts: his ability to capture the nubby, variegated texture of ordinary life; his unerring ear for how ordinary people talk; his talent for conjuring up subsidiary characters with a handful of brilliant brushstrokes. But it is a padded, static production, far more overstuffed with unnecessary asides and digressions than its predecessors. Nearly every minute of these three days in Frank’s life is chronicled in this nearly 500-page volume, which means that the reader has to hear about every time he needs to visit the men’s room, every time he gets in his car, every time he has a phone conversation.

I'm going to buy the book just to spite her.

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