The New Yorker Reader: “Julia and Byron”, by Craig Raine

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03/26/2009 12:17 PM |

I don’t care where you’ve been or what you plan to do.

Q: Am I missing something here? A: Apparently what I am missing is a familiarity with Raines’ lauded poetry and presence on the Amis/McEwan Brit Lit axis; had I recognized the name, I might have had a bit more respect for this entirely (save for the second-to-last sentence) inconsequential and exhausted sketch.

Either smart people who’re good writers don’t submit stories to the New Yorker unbidden because they know better, or the New Yorker needs more dedicated slushpile writers, because I can’t count on my hands the number of this year’s Literary Upstart submissions I prefer to this story.