by Colm Tóibín

Reviewer Rating:


It’s fun to see the dirty underwear of an artist whose work you admire, and it’s even more fun to see that of those who you don’t.  However, when a thick, hard-back book does nothing but spill the beans on various writers, I get a little frustrated.  Though Colm Tóibín’s book New Ways to Kill Your Mother was fun and informative to read, it did not leave me with any conclusion or bottom line.  Without a thesis or an explanation for why he chose to focus on the writers that he did, I could have been reading a magazine in the check-out line (granted, one with extraordinary writing and editing).

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