Francisco Goldman is an unlikely Hades. Other than the cartoonish arch of his black eyebrows and his swarthy overall appearance, he is more Pan than underworld overlord. He is quick to laugh and does so with abandon; he has an infectious appreciation for beauty and eccentricity, is prone to exuberance, flights of fancy.
Mr. Lorin Stein making a direct link between the decline of independent booksellers and the falling number of so-called "midlist" literary authors.
It helped in writing this piece that my disappointment with Durrell on a moral level paralleled his narrator’s disillusionment with romantic love. It helped because it reminded me in double-barrel fashion that literary hero worship can be dangerous.