Gertrude Stein
Deborah Levy’s playful Parisian fiction delivers vivid reflections on Gertrude Stein but it is in danger of stumbling over its own cleverness.
What could have been a readable, informative, pleasurable book that would, much like Woody Allen’s recent film MIDNIGHT IN PARIS, enhance our experience of some of the modernist figures we adore wallows too often in brain-dead literary theory.
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