In a rather enjoyable rant, Garth Risk Hallberg lets loose on Atlantic reviewer B.R. Myers and his review of Freedom in particular:

In his dyspeptic disregard for what might be amusing, enticing, or appetizing about the world we live in – his inability, that is, to read like a writer, or write like a reader – B.R. Myers has placed contemporary literature in toto beyond his limited powers. He offers us, in place of insight, only indigestion.

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