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Sunday, March 28, 2010

You're on notice, New York Times.

I haven't read a book I really love in awhile.  I'm searching.

I read this glowing NYT review of "The Three Weissmanns of Westport."  Based on the review, I bought two copies in hardback:  one for myself and one for Not Karen (yes, she's Not Karen, she's not Not Susan) for her birthday.  Turns out the review is better written than the book.  I'm bitterly disappointed with it so far and may not finish it.  Doubly pissed that I gave it as a gift.  Even more pissed that I bought it on-line and didn't thoroughly examine the cover art:  I judge books by their covers, and this one sucks.

Then, I read this review of "Ill Fares the Land" and the review alone really has me thinking.  But now I feel so burned by the "Weissmanns" review, I fear that again the review will be better than the actual book.  Damn your quality writing, New York Times!

2 comments:

Clare said...

Ha! I JUST posted to my status update that I was not enjoying my rave-reviewed book and National Book Award winner. Was the reviewer in your case that Kakutani character? Shady! Or maybe Maslin! She was always unreliable. Must go back and click on the link!

Olivejenny said...

Does this have anything to do with The Tale of Scrotie McBooggerballs? ;)

(oh, and I have to mention that my captcha word verification below is "fortard") Karma. Sometimes it's funny. :D