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...literary heap onto the sinewy, satisfying plots of the trashy one to produce hybrid novels that offer the pleasures of both. Writers like Donna Tartt and Alice Sebold, Neal Stephenson and Iain Banks, Jonathan Lethem and Margaret Atwood, writers whose work will most likely define--more than anything by brilliant mandarins like Wallace or Franzen--what will be known to later generations as the 21st century novel. The next literary wave will come not from above but from below, from the foil-covered, embossed-lettered paperbacks in the drugstore racks. Stay tuned. Keep reading. The revolution will not be canonized...
Keegan also studies Stonewall Jackson's brilliant use of local knowledge to lead the Union armies a frustrated chase up and down the Shenandoah Valley in 1862. There are chapters on the British disaster on Crete in 1941 ("Foreknowledge No Help"), on the Americans' immense triumph at Midway a year later (a world-historical victory that owed as much to luck, Keegan ingeniously argues, as to intelligence) and the struggle of British intelligence to locate and destroy Hitler's U-boat offensive against England...
...John Slater, a goatish, prevaricating but celebrated poet. In Kuala Lumpur she stumbles upon Christopher Chubb, a disheveled Australian expatriate who has a bike-repair shop but also reads Rilke. Learning that Wode-Douglass is an editor, he tantalizes her, not with his own work but with a brilliant page by a "Bob McCorkle" and the promise of more...
...Bulldogs’ first drive of the second half, Yale forced a Crimson punt on the ensuing drive. With a chance to cut the Harvard lead to four, Cowan and the Bulldogs’ offense took the ball on their own 17. Thirteen plays later, Cowan had orchestrated a brilliant drive all the way to the Crimson three-yard line. First-and-goal...
...stretched over an LP. By the second song, Triumph’s raunchy misogyny (is that even the right word for a dog?) seems a little stale. The endlessly-repeated play on the word “bitch”€is not, in the end, as brilliant as Smigel thinks...