Donna Tartt's The Goldfinch has its admirers and detractors. But what can we say about the sensibility of an author who writes a novel based on a sui generis work by a l7th century painter, Carel Fabritius, at the same time naming its central character after the brother of a famous post-Impressionist painter?
My ass. I always figured what I couldn't see didn't concern me. But apparently other people have noticed. Men have noticed. Really attractive men have noticed. Really attractive younger men have noticed. As a post-50 woman, I've been told I have a great ass more times this year than in my entire life. From the way things are going, I guess you could say my ass is having a landmark year.