Mr. Thomson, I have just finished reading the same piece of work you critiqued unmercifully. I have but one question to ask: Are you insane? Mr. Bock's debut novel takes kids who fall through the cracks of American society to a deeper, more authentic place than I've ever seen or read before.
To somehow opine that his writing flair gets in the way of a good story -- that his ego supersedes the telling of his novel -- well, I would just ask you take a look at your own work. You, sir, are guilty of the exact crime for which you charged Mr. Bock.
Barry Bonds? Come on. You let a self-indulgent, San Franciscan rant get in the way of what could have been a decent and thoughtful book review.
Mr. Thomson, I have just finished reading the same piece of work you critiqued unmercifully. I have but one question to ask: Are you insane? Mr. Bock's debut novel takes kids who fall through the cracks of American society to a deeper, more authentic place than I've ever seen or read before.
To somehow opine that his writing flair gets in the way of a good story -- that his ego supersedes the telling of his novel -- well, I would just ask you take a look at your own work. You, sir, are guilty of the exact crime for which you charged Mr. Bock.
Barry Bonds? Come on. You let a self-indulgent, San Franciscan rant get in the way of what could have been a decent and thoughtful book review.