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...could easily consume Don DeLillo’s “Point Omega” in a single sitting. Constructed of deliciously clear prose, the deceptively short fifteenth novel from the award-winning author of “White Noise” clocks in at a mere 117 pages, each of which gives the impression of a schoolboy’s essay that fell too far below page count; the line spacing feels tampered with, the sheets seem to contain a curiously low ratio of text to paper. Between each of the six sections lies a blank page?...
...Devil and Mr Casement” succeeds in bringing the principal players of the story to life in brisk, unadorned prose, and with frequent recourse to historical sources. We cannot help but share Goodman’s obvious admiration for Casement, who had established his humanitarian credentials in 1903 with a report exposing the wholesale abuse of the native population—again, in the name of rubber production—of the Congo Free State under King Leopold II of Belgium. “Wherever he went and whomever he met, Roger Casement rarely failed to make a deep...
...desires, and solipsistic rants as he yearns after Clara and analyses her every gesture. Though laden with the narrator’s passionate obsession for Clara, “Eight White Nights” chronicles an essentially chaste love. Aciman denies the reader the full range of the sensuous prose that he unquestionably mastered in his first novel, “Call Me By Your Name,” and consequently creates a more emotionally tentative work...
Aciman’s effort in “Eight White Nights” to imitate Proust and constantly dwell within thoughts, metaphors, code-phrases, and imagined scenes of passion is misguided. The prose is feverish and obsessive; though his writing occasionally reaches lyrical heights, the banality of his subjects often overpowers. It particularly raises the question of whether the flowery, (pand)angsty voice of the narrator isn’t just Aciman’s projection of how he believes women want men to think, feel and obsess over them, since there doesn’t appear...
Almost at once they moved in together in a tiny Brooklyn apartment, where they worked on their art in penniless contentment. "We hadn't much money but we were happy," she writes. (Reader, beware--Smith has a weakness for mannered prose.) But poverty is easier to bear when you see everything through the lens of art, when a blue rayon dress is your "East of Eden outfit" and you go to your job in a bookstore dressed all in black like Anna Karina in a Godard movie...