Increasingly, I’m more interested in getting my hands on the final installment in Ms. Cusk’s series than I am the last of Karl Ove Knausgaard’s “My Struggle” books. Ms. Cusk is perhaps more profitably compared to writers like J. M. Coetzee and Mr. Roth himself. There’s a constant sense of Ms. Cusk’s mind whirling, as if she were forever, in the background, performing an internal disk check. Ms. Cusk strews aphorisms as she moves along. Ms. Cusk has even more of it.

Source: New York Times January 17, 2017 20:52 UTC