It is Peck who hasn't been invited to the wine-and-cheese party, and while you can't blame him for resenting this (he's only human), it's impossible to extract the resentment from his criticism of their books without the whole fabric unraveling. His afterword, in which he claims to be fighting for the liberation of contemporary fiction from its disastrous enthrallment to the modernist model epitomized by James Joyce's "Ulysses," is just silly bravado (and I write this as someone who thinks such a liberation wouldn't be a bad idea).
too bad, I liked Sith Boom Bah so.
Laura Miller, quite good.