I got a promotional email about Margin Call from Lincoln Center, and incorrectly assumed I could only see it there, therefore braving a Saturday audience at the Elinor Bunin Monroe Theater — a lovely facility …

Although the novel also drowned in a vat of syrup, Sebold got by for nearly 100 pages on the unsentimental clarity of her style and sustained verisimilitude of the narrator’s adolescent voice. Jackson demonstrates no …

(On a not-unrelated note: Can we collectively resolve for 2010 to retire the term “steampunk”? Perhaps the term isn’t as irritating to those who didn’t already live through the style in its “NuRo” incarnation, but …