Saturday, September 10, 2005

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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