Saturday, May 10, 2008


Does for the Oughts what Fitzgerald did for the '20s.* Gessen has forged a memorable little book, and those things most bewildering to me about our age are here preserved for future generations to grapple anew, hung as in amber. Novel factory Joyce Carol Oates penned the review which sold the book to me.

*I don't make this comparison lightly.

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