Glover's Mistake

This bills itself as a contemporary look at modern romance and relationships. I suppose maybe because a lot of the communication is through texting, email, blogs and cell phones we can call it modern. But since none of these mediums lend themselves to any sort of profundity the book, not surprisingly, doesn't either. It was just ho-hum. It's a story of two male roommates and a female artist and their relationships to each other. Of course the inner jacket flap talks about it also being about the nature of art criticism and the art world but that was pretty thin.

It's the sort of book that they recommend in Vogue or Elle because it's inoffensive but mostly because then they get to show the author's picture. Nick Laird looks like a young intellectual George Michael, before he started to look like he does now, which is like a dirty man under a bridge.

Skip the book, google Nick Laird's image, it's what the characters in the book would do.