the forgotten waltz, by anne enright
What is up the NY Times’ butt? Another breathtakingly sexist review, this one by Francine Prose:
“But Gina doesn’t seem to have a heart — or, for that matter, a conscience. Nor is she particularly intelligent…”
Compare with Hermione Lee in the Grauniad, who at least seems to have read the same book I did:
A 34-year-old married woman – sexy, energetic and independent-minded…
Or more damningly, compare with Lydia Millet’s NYT review of Sam Lipsyte’s The Ask:
Milo Burke, a deeply cynical academic development officer, earnest binger on doughnuts, avid consumer of Internet porn, and devoted father and husband…
Or even Michiko on Shteyngart’s Super Sad True Love Story:
insecurities manifested in Lenny’s self-deprecating humor, his compulsive need to try to make others like him…
Awful male characters are complex. Awful female characters have no redeeming features. Got it?
SIGH. Anyway, I enjoyed Waltz as I did not particularly enjoy Lipsyte or Shteyngart, and I had fun being drunk and envious in suburban Dublin again. Like most Anne Enright, this reads as the lovechild of Emma Donoghue and Lionel Shriver. Mmm.