The latest issue of Room contains my review of Tamara Faith Berger’s Little Cat.
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Time crashes by, and I’m left wide-eyed wondering what the hell just happened. Life’s thrown me a bewildering start to my thirties. I thought I’m finally supposed to feel like a grown up now? Or is bemoaning how that’s not quite the case exactly what I’m supposed to be feeling? I get the sense it’s the latter.
A varied month. 50. Twenty-Seventh City, by Jonathan Franzen (Picador , 1988, 2001) To backtrack, I really liked The Corrections, and thought The Discomfort Zone was pretty good, but I felt like I kept waiting for Twenty-Seventh City to make sense. At its most bare, it’s the story of a conspiracy by a group of people to destroy