In this review of Christina Aguilera's most recent album, Dorian Lyskey damns the record as a whole in what I can only assume, in the absence of any knowledge of it in particular, is an entirely fair manner by saying of one particular song that it
sounds, for once, like it's aimed at one human ear rather than an entire Super Bowl crowd
A lesson for us all, there, I think. Likewise, in Siri Hustvedt's 'What I Loved', one character describes to another the letters with which she persuaded a third to leave his wife and child for a second time and come back to her:
"They had to be sincere" she said, "but they couldn't be maudlin. They had to be well-written, without a shred of self-pity, and they had to be sexy without being pornographic"
Well, I may not have tried for the sexiness, but on that kind of standard I can't say I didn't get more or less exactly what I deserved. I think I'm going to have a glass of wine, and listen to someone who really knew how to sing to just one person.