Selective amnesia and creative revisionism run rampant this time of year, like social diseases in a pre-penicillin bordello. I can't frown too much upon my comrades in criticism for wanting to repress the negatives and stack up the positives in their year-end catchalls like a pack of lily-livered Panglosses. I've done the same myself in Januarys past. Not out of cowardice, mind you, but in an attempt to bury all of my unrewarding alimentary experiences and move on with hope for better noshing in the... More >>>