Poor Jeffrey Eugenides. Every book he writes is going to be “good, but it’s not Middlesex” at best to me. It’s not fair to the man. He’s a great writer, but damn was Middlesex a fucking masterpiece. I keep chasing that high. I had the same thing with Michael Chabon; my first experience was with the author’s best, most-intriguing-subject-matter book that was tailor made for me, so everything else was going to suffer by comparison. Any writer would be lucky to have one Middlesex in […]