Title: Diappointing
Product review: As an admirer of Crouch's essays, I was looking forward to this book. But fiction is an art that Crouch has not come anywhere near mastering as he has done with the essay form. This book reads like a stream-of-consciousness first draft that went straight to the publisher. Where is that laser-like precision with language Crouch is noted for? Not in this book.
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