Title: Great Book
Product review: Great characters and a love for language and the life of the mind. There is nothing desiccated about Byatt's imagination. I couldn't get through *The Satanic Verses* by Rushdie, Roth's *Operation Shylock* was narrative torture. Byatt doesn't do that to us. She has weird surprises for us but is never self-indulgent. Confusion for confusion sake ain't her favorite means of showing how "profound" she is. This is how Dickens and George Eliot would write if they were fused into one person and brought by time machine into the present. Think of an Atwood without the nostalgia for Fellow Travelers or all the feminist paranoia.
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