Title: An Uneven Work of Staggering Ego
Product review: I bought this book based on glowing reviews in the national media, and an extensive excerpt in The New Yorker. But having now read it, I unfortunately would be inclined to retitle it "An Uneven Work of Staggering Ego." The first 108 pages are wonderful indeed, but the 267 which follow are wildly uneven, with bits of literary brilliance floating atop a Great Lake of self-indulgent rambling. At the end of the latter portion of the book, in spite of his still-obvious talents as a writer-observer, it is Mr. Eggers' towering opinion of himself and the too-often timeworn "insights" he supposedly has to share with "you millions" which left this reader "exhausted and fe[eeling] hunted."
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