AGhostsThat Doesn’t Go Mad
Save this article to read it later. Find this story in your accountsSaved for Latersection. Say what you will about critics. Gross, almost putrid indecorum … Literary carrion … Crapulous stuff … Novel and perilous nuisance. It feels stuck between times and impulses: 1880s Norway or now? Unashamedly tragic or vaguely ironic? But the man also has his own wicked sense of humor. When do you need them rapt? They carry scripts bound in green cardstock....