The Review Backlog

I know I’ve been shamefully absent. I blame summer (and summer romance for that matter). But just because I haven’t been writing, doesn’t mean I haven’t been reading. And since I’m becoming increasingly intimidated by my review backlog, I’m going to do a quick review blitz, since apparently no one wants to read a long [...]

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On Chesil Beach, by Ian McEwan

Seeing as I’m quite backblogged at the moment, I’ll keep this review as short and sweet as the book itself. On Chesil Beach is a psychological foray into the minds of two virgins on their wedding night in 1962. They are kindred spirits, as Anne would say, and look forward to a long and happy [...]

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Orlando, by Virginia Woolf

My redmist book is Virginia Woolf’s Orlando, the acme of Bloomsburyish poppycock, a self-flattering appropriation of English literature and history, distilled from Woolf’s temporarily addled brain by the heat of her infatuation for the aristocratic Vita Sackville-West. Should be sold with a sick bag attached.
Tarquin Hall, writer
The preceding quotation comes from the article in my [...]

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