Oh man. Amy Bloom is scary in her intellect, and I’m sure somewhat of a frightening-yet-revered character to her trembling 18-year-old students at Yale, and yet she gets the funniest “news segment” treatment here. An offhand Camus quote about the right to self-select behavior but not objects of affection, followed by stock techno cue-up music and a panning shot of a stack of books? The dissonance is something I feel that the author might enjoy, perhaps revel in. Which means the blonde chippy with the mic is ultimately getting played.
