We break into the ongoing AWP madness (Tiki Bars! Michael Martone! Vests! The Neverending Search for Decent Food!) with a couple of fantastic UK reviews for Magic for Beginners.
The first is a five star(!) review in the Independent on Sunday where they give a lovely tag-line, “Weird, funny, sad, scary, moving, hip, ingeniously executed and brilliantly written stuff.”
The second is even more mind boggling: a review in The Guardian by Audrey Niffenegger which begins:
I don’t know about you, but I’m kind of fed up with realism. After all, there’s enough reality already; why make more of it? Why not leave realism for the memoirs of drug addicts, the histories of salt, the biographies of porn stars? Why must we continue to read about the travails of divorced people or mildly depressed Canadians when we could be contemplating the shopping habits of zombies, or the difficulties that ensue when living and dead people marry each other?