Doctorow is a stranger writer than he at first seems; his fiction, though generous with the conventional pleasures of dramatic plot, colorful characters, and information-rich prose, yet challenges the reader with a puckish truculence.
John Updike reviews E.L. Doctorow's The March in the New Yorker (and deems it "splendid.")
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As I said on New Year's Day, one of my projects for the year is to keep track of all the reading done by the characters in the fiction t...
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Anthony Trollope's 200th birthday takes place on April 24, and Karen at Books and Chocolate is hosting an Anthony Trollope Bicenntenni...
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