I pick up each new Joyce Carol Oates in the book store when it's released, open it to the middle, read until I stop, and if a half hour's gone by I buy the book. I haven't bought one since Middle Age, and I won't be buying the new one, The Gravedigger's Daughter, reviewed today in the New York Times Book World.
I bring this up not to revisit the old debate about Oates and the problems of her prodigiousness and whether all her novels would be better if she wasn't so furiously writing twelve at once. I bring this up because of who wrote the review, The Sprezzatura of Sockpuppetry himself, Lee Siegel, who will be releasing, according to the reviewer bio at the end of the review:
his “Against the Machine: Being Human in the Age of the Electronic Mob” (which) will appear in January.
Holy maelstrom of shitstorminess, won't this be shitblizzards of fun?