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I can take leftovers for Sunday night supper but I don’t want them for Monday lunch, and that is the way I respond to Elizabeth Strout’s Olive Kitteridge.  What is this?  I wouldn’t call it a novel because it jerks this and that way before falling down and apart.  I wouldn’t call it a collection of short stories because the stories become dependent one on the other as Olive bitches her way through life.  It is not a character study because Olive is strange and a stranger to the final paragraph romp in bed.  The publishers wisely identify it as “fiction.”  Charles Marlin

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