Poor Jeffrey Eugenides. Every book he writes is going to be “good, but it’s not Middlesex” at best to me.  It’s not fair to the man.  He’s a great writer, but damn was Middlesex a fucking masterpiece.  I keep chasing that high.  I had the same thing with Michael Chabon; my first experience was with the author’s best, most-intriguing-subject-matter book that was tailor made for me, so everything else was going to suffer by comparison.  Any writer would be lucky to have one Middlesex in […]