tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846426.post113504796320634167..comments2023-10-10T05:08:34.827-05:00Comments on A Crockhead Abroad: Book ReportCrockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08410758631825372736noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846426.post-1135394553529548252005-12-23T21:22:00.000-06:002005-12-23T21:22:00.000-06:00There's no accounting for taste. You and the New ...There's no accounting for taste. You and the New York critics loved McDonough. I didn't like the subject matter, the narrative, the writing style. Some in our reading group found it to be unreadable. Others didn't think it was so bad. Regarding Irving, I will correct the title. Sorry. I can't explain why I liked "Until I Find You," better than "A Widow for A Year," but I did. What's so bad about girls holding a boy's penis, anyway?Crockheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08410758631825372736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15846426.post-1135342981332646512005-12-23T07:03:00.000-06:002005-12-23T07:03:00.000-06:00While I'm impressed by the number of books you hav...While I'm impressed by the number of books you have read, I have to take issue with a number of them. You certainly have odd taste. McDonough's The Pillowman was the only "book" you give 0 stars too, while you rate "Until I Find You" by John Irving (which you need to correctly identify; you call it "Now That I've Found You") -- mostly about girls holding a boy's penis -- higher than Irving's A Widow for One Year, a more complex and developed (and moving) story by far, IMHO. Did I miss something? Where are the movies? Movies seen in theatres are less easy to appreciate these days than those seen with "text" in hand: DVD.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com