Why does the New York Times Book Review waste so much space on inferior novels? They ask RIchard Eder to write incomprehensible reviews of pretentious and booooring novels like Shirley Hazzard's recent output. You know she should never have written Greene on Capri because it made her seem so eagle-eyed snoopy; besides you learn much more from Michael Korda about him.

Why are all Korda's books $1 at Barnes and other large chains? I suspect he doesn't have an audience because The World Has Changed and no one cares about subjects that once were of interest. There was No Enlightenment after all!