Nicholson Baker’s thirteenth book, House of Holes (Simon & Schuster, $25, 272 pp.), provides an occasion to consider his extraordinary life as a writer, which began with his first novel, The Mezzanine, in 1988. Baker, like David Foster Wallace and Jonathan Franzen, seems to me a true American original, and more than either of them—certainly more than Franzen—his books (...)
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Nicholson Baker’s Splendid Digressions
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