Boris Fishman starts his review on the NY Times asking:

“Why are so many of our novels so good-mannered these days? Where is Ignatius J. Reilly’s cackle, the self-thwarting abdication of Graham Greene’s comedians, the fear and loathing of Dostoyevsky’s underground man? Where are the lunatics, madmen, misfits and misanthropes, the perfectly good people cracking up and squandering it all to nourish some sweet, unsubtle hatred? With so much enmity in our world, why is there so little in modern American fiction? Is there a liberal bias in books, too?”

Read the review here