"Little Children" drives directly into Updike country, except instead of Updike's fixations on suburban life, adultery, guilt and golf, we get Perrotta's fixations on suburban life, adultery, guilt and football. This is also one of the few books I read this decade that was turned into a decent film. The two main characters are people who never fully connected with life, and their bizarre, lost children are the products of that disconnection. Add to the mix some smash-mouth football, a child molester who may even be worse and a Les Miz-style cop, and you get a deft social satire that has a terrific, open ending.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
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