Title: Precious Little
Product review: This gimmicky paean to the gay and lesbian lifestyle "drags" on for hours. The only section that rose above the whiny, self-indulgent norm involved Virginia Woolf, her niece and nephews, and a dead thrush. The prose is finely chiseled (So precious! So cute!) but it says nothing and takes you nowhere.At one point, "Mrs. D" speculates as to the fate the future will assign the writings of another character. The only fate imaginable for this slight volume is total, permanent oblivion closing in quickly, as the glitterati move on to the next shiny, superficial work which reflects their infinite self-importance and self-pity. It's both laughable and a sad commentary on the state of American letters that this claptrap garnered the Pulitzer Prize. Perhaps next year the judges will free themselves from the service of the so-called cultural elite and reward a book with substance as well as "style".
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