My review of Nick Laird's novel, Glover's Mistake, appears in this Sunday's New York Times Book Review. Here's the opening:
“Who knows what you mean by love?” This question, posed by the immoderately gifted Nick Laird in his 2007 poem “Estimates,” runs like a burning filament through the heart of his fiction and poetry. And it illuminates his new novel, “Glover’s Mistake,” in which Laird returns to themes he has explored in two poetry collections and his first novel, “Utterly Monkey.” He continues to be interested in male friendship, in loyalty and in how the arrival of a woman can upend the cultivated effortlessness of those friendships. But “Glover’s Mistake” tones down the rollicking beat of its predecessor and sings in a deeper, darker, more controlled key. Deceptively slim, it is as layered as any of Laird’s poems, a searching, heartfelt meditation on the mistakes of youth (and beyond).
You can read the entire review here.
Elsewhere, I cry like a little girl for Kevin Neilson's Between the Lines.