Among the rave reviews over at Amazon for Deja Reviews, Florence King All Over Again is the following, worth sharing with Corner denizens:

These are reviews you turn to over and over again, always with pleasure, always with astonishment. With forever the question: Just how did she turn that phrase that way and capture both the essence of the book and its aims and failures?

In a better world, Stephen King would be forgotten and Ph.D.’s in literature would be written on Florence King’s oeuvre, for her erudition is astonishing, and her work cries out for annotated editions. These collected reviews are no exception, for she tackles everything from history to feminism to biography (her review of Strom Thurmond’s life is one of the finest sustained passages of prose in English belles letters). All extremely well written, all as funny as hell.

One peaks at her soul for a reincarnation of Rabelais and Voltaire, for she is as burlesque as the former, and as poignant as the latter. To be reviewed by Florence King is to cower in fear of a withering aside that will haunt you to the grave. I am sure those who have suffered here have even the typeface of more than a few of these sentences burned into their memory.

In summary, this is a work of timeless scholarship and an exemplar of American prose that should stand as a ready textbook for the art of the review. A joy, a revelation, a hearty laugh, a stimulated intellect, a new fact, a valued friend, a companion voice, a hope for the future, and a pleasure of spirit are all available to those who read Florence King. Get it today.

Indeed, do get it – head on over to the National Review Online Book Shop to pick up your copy of Deja Reviews, or a copy of Miss King’s other classic collection – Stet Damnit! The Misanthrope’s Corner, 1991 to 2002.