Fun with Amazon

So I was looking up Inga Muscio’s page-turner, Cunt on Amazon (trust me, it’s work-related). Apparently, there’s another book with the same delicate title, by a feller named Stewart Home. The only review — a one-star review — had this to say:

It was wacky and out of step with Bolachian principles. You could even say it had a Vludicrian influence but only slight hints and purposely concealed. I didn’t like the book at all as it was perfect up until the end and then fell flat with Jerrialimian contrived symbolism thrown in seemingly randomly to tie-up the story.

But the same could be said of so many books these days.

I’d link to Andrew Grossman’s review of Miss Muscio’s book, but I can’t seem to find it online…