The most recent additions to the complete review are my reviews of two Alessandro Baricco-titles, now being published together in a single volume by McSweeney's as Mr. Gwyn:
(While connected/related -- and Three Times at Dawn barely novella length -- separate review-coverage seems warranted, since they were originally published separately, and have also been published (and widely reviewed) separately in several translation.)
Mr. Gwyn also contains two of my favorite sentences from this year's reading.
First, there's the wonderful:
And then there's this, which I like for very different (but, I assume, understandable) reasons:
Mr. Gwyn also contains two of my favorite sentences from this year's reading.
First, there's the wonderful:
Then they went into the park together, to take Martha Argerich to shit.(Yes, I admire any author that can work a sentence like that into a novel -- as Baricco does very well here.)
And then there's this, which I like for very different (but, I assume, understandable) reasons:
Maybe reading thousands of books isn't so useless, she thought.One can hope.