http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/jan/23/by-nightfall-michael-cunningham-review
The book's pages are filled with thoughts about art, or (more
ominously) Thoughts about Art. Since its action occupies little more
than a day, the effect is highly artificial, an avalanche of compacted
insights, so that Peter can see in his wife's tired beauty in the
morning light "a deep, heartbreaking humanness that's the source and
the opposite of art". Even when these are golden formulas – like that
one – they are leaden as moments, making the narrative degenerate into
a string for wise and lovely beads.
---SPSmith
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