My review of Cynthia Ozick's superb Dictation: A Quartet - which I somehow managed to write without talking about myself - can now be found at the Barnes and Noble Review. Here's the opening:
"History," wrote Henry James in a 1910 letter to his amanuensis Theodora Bosanquet, "is strangely written." This casual aside could easily serve as the epigraph of Cynthia Ozick's superb new collection, Dictation, which concerns itself with lost worlds evoked by languages -- languages that separate and obscure as readily as they bind. It can be risky to look for connective tissue between stories written years apart and published in magazines ranging from The Conradian to The New Yorker. But themes of deception, posterity, and, above all, the glory of language -- at once malleable and intractable -- knit together this quartet, recasting the whole as the harmonious product of Ozick's formidable talent.
You can read the whole thing here. (Public thanks to Michael Gorra who alerted me to The Conradian connection.)