Not to suggest that some of these exceptionally nice and smart reviews make me happier than others, and I know this just affirms the notion that the New York media elite has a disproportionate grip on a writer’s sense of self-worth, but SHUT UP AND CHECK OUT MY BOOK’S “BRIEFLY NOTED” REVIEW IN THE NEW ISSUE OF THE NEW YORKER, WOULDJA?
“Cultural anthropology at its most exuberant.”
Go on, go on… (Well, it doesn’t go on and on. It is briefly noted, you see. I’ll take it.)