In the U.K. Sunday Times, Alex Clark gives Toni Morrison’s Love a mixed review, saying:
It is hatred and bitterness, rather than love, that float most compelling to the surface of Nobel laureate Toni Morrison’s eighth novel, and even when love itself is glimpsed, it more clearly resembles possession. These entanglements of passionate feeling originate with Bill Cosey, a hotel proprieter and serial seducer who has been dead for 25 years but whose loss is still experienced as recent history by the remnants of the ragged band of women at the heart of his circle….
Cosey is too much of an obvious monster to convince as a more emblematic representative of his gender. That men are deceivers ever is too slender a moral to support the weight of what is at times an affecting and absorbing novel, but one that falls short of its author’s undoubtedly powerful capacity for telling tales.
Michiko Kakutani raves about Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s memoir and contends that the “magical realism” of the author’s novels is inspired less by the political situation in Colombia, and more by his own life.