sketched an eponymous picture of a “brand-name goddess basking in the moment (of media glory)” [and] apparently offended Rushdie when he mused that her silky sinuousness was the perfect symbol of “the love of money and commodity.”
The review was so vicious it was written up in The Village Voice, on several blogs and, oddly enough, in Women’s Wear Daily. Yes, when your book review is mentioned next to articles about taffeta, you know it’s bad.
contains so many dots that they connect themselves: The editor is David Remnick of The New Yorker.
So why not come out and name names? I put the question to Atlas, who responded in a brief e-mail: “Because it’s irrelevant. The piece is about a universal subject, and I didn’t want to distract the reader with gossip.”