We’ve already heard that the adaptation of Prozac Nation is gawd-awful, but New York Magazine also argues it “gives writing itself a bad name.”
Scott McLemee warns readers of James Atlas’s My Life in the Middle Ages, “If you belong to a household making under, say, $150,000 per year, it may be difficult to read this book without experiencing a keen desire to go kick the author. And if you earn more than that, you may still want to kick him.”
“People are always asking what is going to be the next big thing,” says a Waterstone’s buyer in the Independent. “Obscure Renaissance texts are my next trend!”
Russell Smith reflects on book readings in the Globe and Mail: “If I hear a no ther po etry read ing that sounds like this I’m go ing to DIE.”
