Review of “Raymond Carver Will Not Raise Our Children”
by Melanie Page
I admit it: frustration strikes me when writers write about writing. Woe-is-me, and whatnot, is typically the message. But Dave Newman’s third novel hogtied this reader and dragged her behind the truck. The first page is funny, and it never stops. Much like stand-up comedians who receive peals of laughter from the terrible TRUTH of situational jokes, Newman’s scenes made me laugh in horror at the recognition of myself, friends, colleagues, and former teachers. Really, this is a book for the typical small-press reader: most likely you are a professor struggling to make ends meet, and a writer, and imbibe in alcohol.
The full-bodied characters Newman creates are the essence of change, breath, life, mistakes. You’ll see yourself mirror in their words and decisions. You’ll fall in love with the rotten situation of your own life again, because, honestly, when will you ever make such terrible decisions in honor of knowledge again? NOTE: English majors should be forced to read this novel before being allowed to apply for graduate school.
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