I don't know what I'm eating lately that makes me remember my idiotic dreams, but here's another one.
The other night I dreamt that an editor from the Times Book Review called (clearly it was a dream, since no one calls anyone anymore) to ask if I would be interested in reviewing something for them. I was flattered and excited, even though the book seemed an odd choice for them and me. "How many words would you like?" I asked.
"Two," the editor said.
Thinking it was a joke, I asked again.
"Two. That's all we have room for. Do you want to do it or not?"
Of course, I accepted the assignment on the spot.
Since then, I've been considering the idea of two word reviews and the range of critical response they might contain.
Love it. Good stuff. So what? Pure trash. Near miss. Well said. Piss off.Tepid dreck.