Inauthentic though Foer's creations may seem, they are suffused with... a yearning to reconstitute a shattered past, to... express the inexpressible. In this he is as sincere and committed as he needs to be.
The novel becomes a comic celebration of polymorphous perversity, and of literature.
Her narrative is so beguiling that a reader may overlook its weaknesses.
"Chomp" is a delightful laugh-out-loud sendup of the surreality of TV that will be enjoyed by readers of all ages.
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?