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You Shall Know the End by Its Pinkness
April 23, 2007
My colleague thinks we all gonna die. Soon.
I'd like to support his case (we are a team, the reviews dept.), but if you, like me, don't buy all that Mayan voodoo business and you prefer your annihilation prognostication based on science and facts and stuff, here's the case (based, naturally, on last week's news): the weather's screwy, the Supreme Court is going Dark Ages, the only place on the planet bloodier than the Virginia Tech quad is Baghdad and then there's this thing.
But what really got me thinking about throwing my hat in with the snake-handling arsenic swillers before it's too late was the arrival of the Chambermaid galley. Blurbed by Gary Shteyngart ("Funny and charming") and described as "The devil holds a gavel," it's a courtroom roman à clef by former attorney Saira Rao* with a jacket very much of the Prada school. Fine, fine, fine. The world, which is ending, surely needs another abused underling novel. The kicker? It's a Grove book. Grove. You know: Henry Miller, J.P. Donleavy, Samuel Beckett, Jean Genet, Sherman Alexie.
So, add this to the doom index: The house Barney built is getting a pink paint job.
*According to interweb chatter (always reliable), Rao clerked for Federal Appeals Court Judge Dolores Sloviter in Philly. In the book, idealistic young Columbia Law grad Sheila Raj gets a coveted clerkship in Philly with Federal Appeals Court Judge Helga Friedman. Judge Helga's a bitch. Fin.
Posted by Jonathan Segura on April 23, 2007 | Comments (0)
