Title: Navel Gazing
Product review: I had such expectations upon ordering this. Usually, I make pretty good selections to read from the various book review sources I use. In this case, I was duped.This book epitomizes high brow pretentiousness, i.e. 372 pages of pure psycho-babble. Too many pages are devoted to his obsession with the movie Chinatown, and his idol worship of Nicole Kidman. He can barely write a paragraph on cinema history without derailing into the meaning of life or some such.Somehow, I can see Mr. Thomson completing a page a day and having his wife read them back to him as he stared into a mirror...This is one that I plowed through thinking it could improve and I'd miss the salient points if I put it down early. The only thing I lost were hours I'll never regain.
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