The bitch-slapping of Oprah is for the crapola she touts on her Book Club.
And, the bitch-slapping is not only for her, but for the crapola.
Besides shooting fish in a barrel (that’s you, James Frey), Rall takes on a more highly touted name or two (that’s you, Cormac McCarthy), and a review source or two (that’s you, The New York Times Book Review):
Like many of Oprah's picks, and like many of the titles promoted such influential mainstream venues as The New York Times Book Review, (McCarthy’s “The Road”) is a book written in the form of a good book – spare prose, brooding tone, and who doesn't love a good post-whatever societal meltdown tale? – that is not actually good.
If you go to the column and read an excerpt, you can’t but agree with Rall. And, if you’re a discerning reader, you might agree with this, too:
Readers who rely on popular hype to choose books often come away disappointed. A few may decide to deep deeper, but most won't. Burned readers become non-readers.
Indeed.
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