Phillip Lopate's "Confessions of Summer" is about a romantic triangle, that most lopsided and confession-inducing of human arrangements. Mr. Lopate has set his novel in New York City over a period of three summers, and its concerns are giddy, in keeping with both the weather and the locale. The characters, especially, are a recognizably urban breed: they remind me—from their preoccupation with one another's level of intelligence to their interest in obscure old movies—of a lot of people I seem to know. (p. 10)
You probably have to be part of such a triangle to appreciate its peculiar compulsion; otherwise there is a great risk of becoming irritated and then bored. An added difficulty in the case...
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