Discussions of Annie Proulx at the Little Library Time Forgot are handled with care. Her visit here was – well – not quite what we expected. It was certainly not what the two dinner guests who showed up in cowgirl outfits expected. It was, then, with a certain schadenfreude (we really have to come up with an American word for that) that we read through the NYT review of Mme Proulx’s latest work. It’s a close second to the Keillor review of which you were reminded recently by our clever Monsieur de Plume. We all dabble in the dark art of poisonous critiques ourselves here, and we know a masterwork when we read one.