It just occurred to me, while reading Chip Kidd’s The Learners, that there's a great, obvious question to ask about a novel and that it has never occurred to me to ask it: what does it love? Chip Kidd’s prose become alive–detailed, nuanced, surprising–when he writes about what he loves: the stylishness of 1961 and the pleasures of pre-digital graphic design. And when I asked what does The Stone Gods love, the answer wasn’t anything as hard to grasp as “the earth.” It’s the stupid dinosaurs. Her prose wakes up when she writes about them.
Oh another coincidence. I just finished reading an interview with Chip Kidd. I didn't know he wrote novels.
http://www.themorningnews.org/archives/birnbaum_v/chip_kidd.php
Posted by: Imani | April 20, 2008 at 07:22 PM