On Michael Cunningham, Leopold Bloom and Facebook
What could be better than a brand new, stand-alone book review–not free-for-all bloggery (though there’s nothing wrong with that!) but fully edited and curated, ready for the big time? Well, it’s here, the Los Angeles Review of Books. So far, they’re publishing a new essay every weekday day at 6 a.m., and God forbid I let a couple of days, i HAVE to go back and see what I missed. Amazing roster of contributors, From Jane Smiley to Rita Williams, people talking about their favorite overlooked books, everything goes if its interesting and well-written.
They gave me a choice of writing anything I wanted, and I picked Michael Cunningham’s new novel, By Nightfall, because it is beautiful and because stirred up so many thoughts on issues that have been troubling me a lot.
Check out the result: The Middle Years: A Meditation on By Nightfall, by Janet Fitch:
“Ah, Middle Age. Ye despised state. So sadly and yet accurately coupled with such terms as spread, crazy and despair….”