Quick update on reviews of Banville’s The Infinities. Daniel Mendelsohn remarks in The New Yorker, that despite it’s strengths, “… the book lacks a certain urgency… the conceits, the symbolic names and the ostentatiously ‘lyrical’ diction are striking, but too often you feel that the author is simply amusing himself, swatting like a cat at tinsel, at notions that have caught his eye. By the end, it’s hard not to think that Banville has fallen into an error that his fictional Hermes observes in Adam Godley: ‘the peril of confusing the expression of something with the something itself.'” So, it’s not just me.