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I've read many reviews of Sheldon Novick's recent volume of Henry James biography. All the reviewers have praised faintly and damned vigorously The Mature Master. None, however, has damned quite so vigorously as Alan Hollinghurst, who hits Novick upside his head with the NYRB equivalent of a bitch-slapping. Hollinghurst has convinced me not to read it.