A review by spoerk
The Witches of Eastwick by John Updike

Did not finish book.
...

Just because you're supposed to be like this great fucking american novelist, doesn't mean you are.
I gave up after 20 pages.

I was tired of the three women always talking about the men they were fucking. OR the men they want to fuck.

Don't witches have better things to do than men?
Like I dunno. EVERYTHING ELSE WOMEN DO WHEN THEY DON'T TALK ABOUT MEN?


Oh wait.
White dude writing about women.
I forgot.



(not to say that white dudes *can't* write women well, I know plenty that do)


Really, just skip this one.
Perhaps watch the movie, less waste of your time.