I, the happy, hopeful, hippy cannot connect to this disjointed, disaffected, nihilist. Her goals trickle only so faintly outside of herself.
We have never known characters who are quite like them, yet they stand there fully human. The story is a little bit like a dream or a nightmare, but it has blood .
It is a unique kind of literature, written by a first-time author who is an artist to his fingertips but has probably never taken a writing course.
I doubt that Min Jin Lee began her book as a didactic exercise in tolerating prejudice and cruelty – there is way too much humanity in it for that, but we can use it to examine our own reactions to injustice.
The Rev. Barber does not tarry with the latest scandal, but uncovers the heart of the matt
The soft endings to each story only emphasize that each life puffs in and out of the park, then moves on, while the park itself remains eternal, or as eternal as things can ever be in New York City.
The ultimate challenge is could you do what Jude’s friends did? The answer will almost always be no, but we try. We do the best we can. Yanagihara has set the bar impossibly high
Elena Ferrante’s are not what you think they are.
There were no false notes, the style was skillful and seamless, the humor pervasive, and the sense of place and time comforting.