A Beckett she's not, more like an Albee maybe, a Molire in 90 minutes - whatever Yasmina Reza is, she's a sharp writer, and to accuse her of trying to ape Beckett, as Michiko Kakutani of the New York Times has done in a damning review of her novel Adam Haberberg ("a kind of dumbed-down, user-friendly imitation of Krapp's Last Tape Beckett Extra Lite, as it were, transported to the Paris suburbs," Kakutani hurls), is to sling mud at a scintillating technician's unforgiving intensity, a concentrate of palpable reality in which lots of things happen and everything is savagely observed. [...] her new novel's penchant for run-on sentences and absurd piles of asides adds a whiff of self-reflexive modernism, not to mention high-artiness - the narrative is structured as a long stream-of-consciousness rant - and a degree of difficult literariness that frequently halts one's reading pleasure of a fictional work that is otherwise so slim and so compact it fools you into thinking that you could finish it in one sitting.
Nothing Spectacular Randy Gener American Theatre; Apr 2009; 26, 4; Docstoc pg. 70 Reproduced with permission of the copyright owner. Furthe
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