Nathaniel Rich reviews Tom Wolfe’s latest novel in The New York Review of Books.
I especially liked this footnote: ‘Writing thirty years later in The New York Review, Mailer also likened the experience of reading Tom Wolfe’s novels to making love to a three-hundred-pound woman. “Once she gets on top, it’s over. Fall in love, or be asphyxiated. So you read and you grab and you even find delight in some of these mounds of material. Yet all the while you resist—how you resist!—letting three hundred pounds take you over.”’

(Read the complete article by Nathaniel Rich here.)

I wasn’t too fond of Mailer’s novel about Hitler, but these few sentences make up for many mistakes.