Title: morbid introspection of the middle class
Product review: Michael Cunningham details his characters' neuroses with faultless observation, this much is true. That they should have been created when their pitiful self-loathing is detailed at such tedious length and with such loving skill is altogether another matter. Many people have praised this book judging by the reviews but I found it's characters' total lack of redeeming qualities nauseating and predictable over and again. The lack of plot was forgiveable as I had read one of his previous books. I imagine I would have avoided this book like the plague had the cover hinted, not so much at it's prizewinning genius, but more accurately at it's narcissistic 'hipper than thou' self hating monotony. Next.
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