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Friday 30 January 2004 | I like a cookie
It wasn’t Ann Padgett; it was Janet Fitch, and I can’t even remember what it is of hers that’s published under the capacious Oprah aegis, only I so disliked it that the comment about the shrine, nestled in the stupid book-club notes in the back (which I always read with vicious interest for their dead-funny sophomoric questions: “What do you think the author means by repeatedly emphasizing the theme of time in her book?”) wormed its way into my consciousness. Here’s a not-bad review of Franzen’s book of essays, and the Fitch thing gets a mention, presumably as personifying the opposite of Franzen’s at times bizarrely populist snobbiness. Which, for the record, I actually find rather charming. Hmph.
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