Monthly Archives: July 2013

This loosely animal themed sci-fi isn’t bad, exactly, just a little patchy.  The longest piece, “The Man Who Bridged the Mist,” dragged the collection down a lot, and like much contemporary sci-fi, the author isn’t quite sure of her metaphors.  … Continue reading →

Take Lolita, make Humbert Humbert a female middle-school teacher and Lolita her male student, and you have this book. No, wait. Take Lolita, make Humbert Humbert a female middle-school teacher and Lolita her male student, then strip it of all … Continue reading →

It’s impossible not to feel some sympathy with Lasdun’s plight, but I feel John Colapinto had it exactly right in the New Yorker when he wrote that Lasdun as “narrator is considerably limited when it comes to understanding his own … Continue reading →

I want to call this a droll, observant little book, but it isn’t little.  There’s just something about Lewis’s targets here— the tiny universe of Gopher Prairie and its chipper reformer, Carol Kennicott— that give the book a satisfying lightness, … Continue reading →