Stompin' at the Savoy
The History of Love is by Nicole Krauss.
Not Nicole Kidman.
It's an easy mistake to make, but I am here to set the record straight.
Krauss. Not Kidman.
Oh, Nicole Kidman's done plenty. I admire her work wholeheartedly. I thought she was fantastic in Eyes Wide Shut. Also in To Die For.
But she didn't. .. oh whatever. Today, I got nothing.
posted by La Misma at 1:58 PM
2 Comments:
I picked this up at the bookstore but then I put it back down. I bought some other books that day, one about the Black Death, which was great.
Did the Onion deceive about this too?
11:24 AM
No... It's a good book, toughly written, with an old man character who's very well rendered and poignant. But at times I felt it was a bit like a very high-toned Courtship of Eddie's Father (a young girl tries to find a boyfriend for her widowed mother).
I think American fiction dwells too much on relationships between children and parents. This is of course rich territory to be mined, but it starts to feel like our whole national character is arrested -- we can't emerge out of our childhoods, ever. And maybe we can't -- David Foster Wallace seems to suggest that in the brilliant and prescient Infinite Jest.
8:27 AM
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