I'm disappointed in Paul Constant's review of Myles' "Importance...Iceland." Why is she a "brilliant stylist"? That's just asserted. If she writes about "anything that appeals to her at the moment," why isn't that sloppy dilettantism? "Bold in her truth telling," how? In which ways? I found Mr. Constant regresses to "fanzine" writing, e.g. "sentences come from out of nowhere to slap the reader...". Really? Isn't it worth asking why readers might want to be slapped, if that is in fact someone's desire? Finally, if Mr. Constant affirms that Myles "invites" readers to "join her up in the clouds for a day or two," well, I'd like to know how that invite connects with the assertion by Mr. Constant that this book is a "raw memoir." Raw clouds? Cloudy raw?
Sande Cohen
Seattle

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