Title: After "A Fan's Notes," a real disappointment
Product review: This is definitely the weakest entry in Exley's autobiographical trilogy. He finds new targets for his obsessions (the accomplished author Edmund Wilson, primarily), and by trying to make art of his life, he makes a disjointed mess of a novel instead. "Last Notes From Home," the final volume, demonstrates he could pull out of his personal tailspin; there are some genuinely funny moments, and that final book is much more focused. Reading this is like looking through the wrong end of a telescope -- Exley misses the big picture as his universe becomes smaller and smaller.
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