Well, maybe not, but it's the dearest to my heart, now that I've read it (two years after its publication, and now only because
Paolo Bacigalupi happened to mention it). When I walked out of the theater after seeing the last
Star Wars movie, I had this tremendous feeling of liberation, because at last--after almost thirty years--George Lucas no longer had any hold on me. Anthony Lane, in the
New Yorker,
puts it more eloquently than I ever could.
Hey, that was great. Thanks for pointing it out. For what it's worth, and certainly not for comparison, here's mine.
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