There’s A Certain Kind Of Conversation You Have From Time To Time At Parties In New York About A New Book. The Word Banal Sometimes Rears Its By-Now Banal Head; You Say Underedited, I Say Derivative. The Conversation Goes Around And Around Various Literary Criticisms, And By The Time It Moves On One Thing Is Clear: No One Read The Book; We Just Read The Reviews.
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