Title: Shallow and Pretentious
Product review: This is a horrid book, badly written, poorly edited, and tedious to read. There are endless descriptions of the things she buys, the food she eats, her boyfriend Ed's muscles, and the hardship she endures having to schlep back to her bayside house in boring old San Francisco. We only get Italy filtered through the self-absorbed eyes of Ms. Mayes, a thing she herself complains about of D.H. Lawrence: "I forgive him now and then when he totally disappears from the text and just writes what he sees." Hmmmm.Particularly offensive were her observations about Roman Catholic saints: "Oh, here is where they put their awe", and "here is where they put there memories and wants" as if she is some 19th century anthropologist speaking of a primitive culture far beneath herself. What arrogance. Well, Ms.Mayes, I know where to put this book - in the recycling bin, in the hope that it will be reborn as blank paper in the typewriter of a real writer.
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