The critic missed the gist of the book, of course. Completely ignored the themes of biography and anonymity and personal reinvention. Didn't mention the assassination sequence, probably the most exciting chapter. Skirted the shopping mall subplot.
That's how they get you, by synopsizing the plot incorrectly and then ctiticizing you for their mistaken sense of what the book is about. Or focus on the weakest chapters, in this case, the dreary relationship between Carin and her son, something I added at the last minute only as a background to Frank's story. Roth and Ford can digress all day long and every syllable is fawned upon. Me? I'm a dartboard.