It is fashionable to predict the death of literature. Why
bother with reading or writing in a world that will develop technologies so powerful, they will need only our voices
to command them and our gestures to direct them? Who will have time for the mundanity of the written word when
the realism of three-dimensional entertainment is waiting to ensnare us?
I will have time. I will make time. Why?
Because the book creates the truest sense of intimacy with the reader. Other mediums try to win our hearts, but their
impact is almost always diminshed by how they succumb to glitz and glamour, by how they pander to the lowest common denominator,
and by how they distort our aesthetic and cultural standards. They are just forms of entertainment. Books are works
of art. They educate, incite, inflame, and inspire. Books are personal - their meanings are unique to each reader.
In this section,
you will find my reviews of books, both fiction and non-fiction. Some have engaged me, some have repulsed me, but few have
left me indifferent. I share these reviews with you in the hope that these works will interest you as much as they have
interested me. Please check back on Mondays for new
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