Friday, May 19, 2006
Continuing post-chapter malaise and grading have left me with little to say about poetry. Right now I'm enjoying the rare indulgence of a novelNorman Rush's Mating, an entertainingly erudite account of a 1980s love affair between a floundering graduate student in anthropology (our heroine and narratorRush has been I think justly praised for his facility in conjuring a woman's point of view) and a world-famous development scholar building a utopian community in an undisclosed location in Botswana (shades of the Dharma Initiative!), which I suspect will have comic if not Kurtz-like results. It's the same smarty-pants subgenre of romance novel as A.S. Byatt's Possession (which I also thoroughly enjoyed), with muscular ideas instead of abs causing all the sighingbut no less wish-fulfillment narratives for all that.
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