Mostly a collection of her reviews and essays from The New Yorker, they are both insightful and illuminating. They clarify one collateral benefit of my love of watching TV: it provides an enlightening prism through which to view the progress of society at any given moment. Which shows are made, which shows are accepted, and which shows are regrettable are for some an easier marker of the greater social movements of the time.

The centerpiece is a crucial new essay which gives excellent thought about what to do about great works of art that are made by artists who are (now revealed to be) terrible people.