Title: Kryptonite
Product review: Why do I hate this book so much? Well, let's see...it opens with a dramatic reconstruction of Virginia Woolf's suicide. That struck me as rather tasteless.If this was the only problem with the book I might have reserved judgment. However, Cunningham continues the "good work" begun in his earlier novels of portraying women as flobby wandering half-souls whose emotions occasionally crop up, as warts or an ingrown hairs might, to further confuse them in their blind stumblings through the world.Silly women, always getting in the way. I'm probably not going to get very many "helpful" votes for this review but I strongly, strongly suggest that you read MRS. DALLOWAY, the novel that Cunningham's work is ostensibly based on, and never even consider picking up THE HOURS.
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