I am sure I made the same point when I reviewed Toni Morrison’s collected nonfiction last year, but reading a well-known fiction writer’s nonfiction, especially as it bends toward literary or cultural analysis is fraught. On the one hand, I think that a writer’s vision of fiction (as a reader) is often passionate and alluring, but when they wander into analysis and interpretation is often falls apart. My point here is that Toni Morrison’s does not fall apart. In one essay she mentions AS Byatt […]