
I finished Mary Eberstadt’s The Loser Letters: A Comic Tale of Life, Death, and Atheism at precisely the moment our plane touched down here.
I admire her work.
I hadn’t heard of this one until just a couple of days ago, though.
It’s not my favorite. I think she tries much too hard to sound like an insouciant young airhead, for example. And it’s more than a little heavy-handed. But it makes some very sound points in a readable way, and the conclusion . . . well, the conclusion conveys something of my hope for sincere critics and skeptics.
It’s a quick read. I read through a manuscript submission for Interpreter, took care of some other things, and dozed for a few minutes before I even started it, and I still finished it during the flight.
Posted from New York City