I was instantly put off by the pretentious tone of The Receptionist, by Janet Groth. The subtle references to John Updike or Tom Wolfe, the various high brow culture events that were part of every story, and French infused dialog were almost enough to give up. But remembering that my own pretense wa...
Although I don't read The New Yorker, I'm aware of its reputation, the careers launched, the personalities housed there, (and I've certainly read pieces that debuted there, anthologized later); so when offered a review copy of Groth's memoir, I pounced.This was a book so good I've lost the ability t...
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