![]() erhaps, like me, they think this looks like one of those books that in an effort to poeticize pain and loss ends up, rather, sentimentalizing them to the point of bathos. ![]() I‘m not sure when I would have read Olive Kitteridge, if ever, had it not been awarded the Pulitzer Prize last Monday. For one thing, the book is not marketed to me. With its coloring (probably going for a warm, autumnal quality but which instead brought to mind a too-rich honey - and I’m still not sure why the pictures are cropped the way they are, as if the whole setting is overlaid with saccharine), its cursive title, and its lead quote from The Oprah Magazine when there are quotes from The New York Times and The New Yorker inside, I still was not quite sure I would get on with this book. Perhaps the marketing was genius and drew in far more money than, say, a Gilead-, Home-, or A Mercy-esque cover would have, but I’m convinced there are still many readers in a non-bookclubby audience who are hesitating before reading. ![]()
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