It's a testament to Foer's writing that his dazzling way with words never trumps the emotions he serves
Woody Allen’s bon mot about bisexuality is that it doubled one’s chances for a date, but in this novel Irving explores in his usual discursive style some of the more serious and exhaustive consequences of Allen’s one-liner.
The real problem with Drift is that it spends its 252 pages drifting through too many topics.
Humorous adventure tales just don’t get any more wacked…or fun to read than this.
Artfully done, but can it mask (or compensate for) outbreaks of an abrupt, careless style, a throbbing undercurrent of arrogance evident in her novelistic methodology?