Literary reviews from January 1997 through August 1999
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Absalom, Absalom!
If you've never read Absalom, Absalom! (or any Faulkner, for that matter), one word of advice: expect, at every turn, for Faulkner to try his damnedest to make you stop reading his novel.

The Autobiography of My Mother
Kincaid struggles for a rhythm but never falls into a satisfying cadence. Although she hits some very good notes, she needs to stay with her characters and write a song.

Border Dance
Toma's words are clean and crisp, his style -- rhythmic, visual, enticing. Impossibly written, measured, sharp -- a taste in your mouth, a memory floating through your mind: your first kiss, the first time you feel betrayed, an affair barely missed, your first romp through the hay.

The Bull-Jean Stories
Sharon Bridgforth crystallized the character known as "bull-jean" in her new book, which brings to life the sights and sounds of the rural south in the 1920s.

God of Small Things
While there, on the porch glider, reading, I finished Arundhati Roy's first novel, God of Small Things. This one is walking off the shelves. Even without my help.

Lolita
I can say this -- because of Lolita, I was unable to read the book I should have read for this issue.

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Haruki Murakami
What a writer leaves out of a story is as poignant as those details left in, and it is a good and powerful writer who knows what should be guarded and what should be revealed.

A Movable Feast
In this book, there are more glimpses of Hemingway's power of voice and style than you can find in his last four novels, including The Old Man and the Sea, for which he won the Nobel Prize.

Paradise
I spent a week in August in the sun, on the beaches of Cozumel, frolicking in the white sand and snorkeling through the blue water, drinking more than my fill of rum-and-cokes and living in a dream. Fitting, then, that I should have read Toni Morrison's Paradise while in my own personal paradise.

The Rapture of Canaan
Sheri Reynolds wrote a nice book. Not a brilliant book, but a good one.

Spilling Open
The pages of Spilling Open: The Art of Becoming Yourself are amazing; every inch is different than the rest. It screams originality. Pages are colored with paint, photos, intriguing words, musical scores, momentos, tea bags, and truthful sadness."

The Swimmer
If you enjoy the American Short Story (enjoy it enough, even, to capitalize each word in an article) and you have not bought The Stories of John Cheever, head to the bookstore or library, buy, check out, steal the book, and read the stories.

The Vampire Armand
Is it for love or money? Love or greed? Love or Lestat? In trying to consider The Vampire Armand a worthy successor to Anne Rice's earlier Vampire Chronicles, those all seem the same question.


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