This crazy nonfiction account of an ongoing stalking has been in a bunch of papers recently, but this was my favorite review of it. Unfortunately for Lasdun, his book is one whose prizes can be spoiled by such a review. Turner gives us the juiciest bits of craziness that Lasdun’s stalker evinces. Then Turner recounts Lasdun’s slide, as the book progresses, into self-pitying victimhood, and ends by pitying the stalker more than Lasdun, as the stalker probably suffers from mental illness, while Lasdun just has, it seems to me, an overpowering need for attention and importance.
Culver’s review is a short, even-handed rave about this collection of essays. Culver calls it “great fun,” but quotes a few of Orange’s worst lines along with her best. In the end, Culver says “It’s a good book for readers who like to think as they read, and an excellent corrective for those of us who may have fallen out of the habit.”