![]() ![]() They have matured as I have matured from a spritely 19-year-old to a cynical 31-year-old. In over a decade, my tastes for literature have changed considerably. Look, I’ve been doing this for a long time. I might have written an extremely lengthy review, arguing how awful Karen Joy Fowler is for this dumpsterfire of a novel. ![]() It’s a nauseating mixture of literary pretentiousness and unreliable narration that would have annoyed my mature, post-postmodern sensibilities that looked down on anything so trite as the conceits in this book. When I was younger, I might have hated this book. I might have written an extremely lengthy review, arguing how brilliant Karen Joy Fowler is for this masterpiece of a novel. It’s exactly the right mixture of literary pretentiousness and unreliable narration that would have tickled the still-forming prefrontal cortex of my young university student brain. When I was younger, I might have loved this book. ![]()
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