“Isn’t it? she said. What is that? The first amendment?
You’ve got to, I said. Fight. For your right. To party?”
Anne Marie Wirth Cauchon, Nothing
Occasionally the style goes off the rails, veers into self-parody, but not often: this is probably the worst, and it took a couple readings-over to get past the on-point-ness and understand quite how much Ruth is making fun of Bridget (who, also a little too spot-on, she compares on the previous page to a picture of Marilyn Monroe in a newly-broken frame, “the reproduction of that syrupy, mousy face, but shattered. It was pathetic, really.” — which seems rather too nice and too tidy for the character thinking it, or any character in Cauchon’s world). Fortunately, the focus seldom gets this sharp, seldom shows the seams quite this strongly.
December 03, 2013, 9:30am Comments