Veckans New York-citat

I vanliga fall gillar jag inte när recensenter börjar skriva som författaren de recenserar, men det här känns ändå rätt bra, ur Michael Chabons recension av Richard Price ”Lush life”:

”The protagonists of Richard Price’s first four novels suffer from the fatal weakness of character known to moralists, comedians, writers of tragedy, and bullshit artists as New York City.
Brash and withdrawn; hangdog and prone to delusions of grandeur; cynical and compassionate; fixated on the quick score, the next hit; lousy with moments of grace and of violence; ineffectual yet capable of anything; hilarious and sad; speaking a rapid-fire Yiddish-Italian-black creole of poetry, bullshit, and monte-shark patter, New York City defines the Price hero. It gives him shape, explains him, demarcates the upper limit of what he can imagine and the depth to which he can sink. New York is an ideal he can fail to live up to, a con game, a baggie filled with baby laxative, a set of bad habits, the collective bonehead MO of eight million repeat offenders.”

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Den lojala clintonisten Josh Marshall på Talking points memo har precis som jag börjat tycka att Hillary-kampanjen urartat till ren fars.