It is difficult to categorize this seductive first novelistic offering by Naomi Ragen.
Somewhat sheephishly, this middle-aged, white, male reviewer confesses its tones of over-written girly pop, an aspect that explains its being laid aside half-read for six months before it jumped back into my suitcase and lured me into a hungry, late-night series of readings to finish it. This element of Jephte’s Daughter is most charitably explained as the work of an immature but promising novelist. (more…)
Canter Bridge 