The writer has a grudge against society, which he documents with accounts of unsatisfying sex, unrealized ambition, unmitigated loneliness, and a sense of local and global distress. The square, overpopulation, the bourgeois, the bomb and the cocktail party are variously identified as sources of the grudge. There follows a little obscenity here, a dash of philosophy there, considerable whining overall, and a modern satirical novel is born.
Renata AdlerThere are times when every act, no matter how private and unconscious, becomes political.
Renata AdlerIf you once cede to the Court the power to decide elections, let alone even the power to halt counting of the votes, then you have ceded it everything.
Renata Adler