“i can't think of a better antidote to the postmodern gibberish i've been reading than john updike. this book is so good. there is a certain rhythm to it, the way it fools you into thinking it's anticlimactic and then it hits you. painfully. it's quite interesting how the content of the novel counterbalances jack kerouac's drug-induced ruminations but to be truthful i don't care that much at all, because what john updike is, in the first place, is not a storyteller but a masterful stylist, up there with the likes of capote and roth. a little atmospheric detail here, a delightful notation there - no one does description like updike. i swear he could describe a toilet seat (which i believe he does at some point in the book) and make it read like the sweetest poetry.
updike has a rare gift for the language and it's melodies, which alone catapults him to the highest echelons of the literary canon. first class! ”
olaszka p wrote this review Friday, September 28, 2012.