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An Array of Lazy Self-Indulgent Book Reviews
The website Lazy Self-Indulgent Book Reviews is brand-new and on a roll right now, what with coverage of books as diverse as Clive Cussler's Raise the Titanic, a criticism of Janet Malcolm (heresy! I'm enraged!) and, most importantly, Susanna Kaysen The Camera My Mother Gave Me, a memoir in which the author "tells the terrible tale of her vagina."
I call BS – any website that describes taking a break from Franzen to read a history of the 86 Mets as "an embarrassing hiatus" and then goes on to describe Freedom as "tediously excellent" is… no, wait, that's lazy and self-indulgent AS SHE IS SPOKE. Surprisingly on point.
"tediously excellent"
As someone on page 440 but determined to finish the book, that is a nearly perfect description.
Very, very good writing over there. I like her.
Wait, I was crazy, THIS ONE IS THE BEST.
God, Sinatra really shoulda just kicked that guy's ass when he had the chance, you know? Oh look, my comments are becoming more manly already!
I was going to say… sci-fi … sorry, speculative fiction and a reference to cat-domestication. This graf killed me.
**I had been extremely close to my father, a homemaker, for most of my childhood, but our edges had done serious damage to our relationship through my teenage years. Personally, I think we as a species are too dismissive of the breach of common decency that marks adolescence. It serves a very serious purpose, in that we are supposed to look at each other upon reaching sexual maturity, and say, “my God, I must leave your home and build my own life, farewell.” Regrettably, the strange indoor-cat-like domestication of humans between 12 and 18 means that we must continue to live and friction with our parents for an interminable amount of time. Deeply unnatural, seemingly unavoidable.**
I'm still trying to figure out what to ask her.
I'd be afraid Robert Silvers would sue me if I named my blog "Self-Indulgent Book Reviews," so why don't you ask her about that?