There are great stories in Let the Great World Spin, as in when the Park Avenue mother of the son killed in Vietnam hosts the group of other mothers, from wildly different backgrounds, but with the same, essential sadness.
And there are also some mind-numbing stories: of the liberation theology priests who rescues prostitutes, of the not so talented artist who drives away from the scene of a deadly accident, of the computer geeks out in California who hack the computer to get free calls to New York while a man walks on a tightrope between the World Trade Center tower. (It’s amazing how quickly technology gets obsolete! TOday we would be watching a live feed.) All these stories artfully contrive to twist together but they read like an exercise of style rather than a coherent whole. Very clever, often finely observed, but a little cold.