Archive for July, 2009

Friday, July 31st, 2009

It’s All Coming Back to Me

I also want to mention — because why stop now? plus I’m remembering how to do HTML, and I may forget again at any moment — a review that ran in the Times, the London one, of the English edition of The Magicians:

Perfect holiday reading for me is an intelligent, literary fantasy to transport me to another world, the way books by E. Nesbit and T. H. White did when I was a child, or as the Harry azithromycin generic india Potter saga did for my daughter. But the magic of J. K. Rowling’s books didn’t work for me. It wasn’t the plot I was too old for, but the approach and style, as I discovered when I read The Magicians by Lev Grossman. This is my ideal escapist fantasy read, a Harry Potter book for grown-ups.”

Thursday, July 30th, 2009

Peyote Buttons

A quick omnibus post to mention some good things that have happened to The Magicians. Because if I can’t tell you, random browser, whom can I tell? It’s an Indie Next pick (yeah, yeah — scroll down a little, it’s there). It’s also an Amazon Best of August pick (ditto). O and GQ gave it good reviews (well, the GQ one was more like a mention. But a good mention — “like doing peyote buttons with J.K. Rowling.” Presumably with less vomiting.) And the Denver Times ran a truly truly remarkable review, by Ron Fortier, which I have to quote the first paragraph of:

Long ago, while in high school, I read two coming-of-age novels that stayed with me for the rest of my life. Both zithromax for cheap were as different as books could possibly be. One was an assignment, the other of my own choosing. TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD by Harper Lee and THE CATCHER IN THE RYE by J.D. Salinger brilliant captured the obscene vulnerability of youth and the horrors of adulthood as played out against two different settings; on an urban maze of loneliness, the other a southern community filled with backwoods racism. Since reading those two books, I’d not found another voice so rich in describing the adventure and confusion that is growing up in America until now. THE MAGICIAN, like those earlier books, tells that same journey; only its route is one of magic and fantasy.”

“The obscene vulnerability of youth.” I will end up stealing that phrase somewhere.