No, this wasn’t a frown. It wasn’t even an expression. This was simply the usual position of Umm Kevork’s eyebrows, agreeing with everything she might say. The same was true of her head, nose, and upper lip; each rose up . . .
Once upon a time, this was supposed to be a review of Suppose a Sentence by Brian Dillon. To write a review, though, requires an overview, and to achieve this overview, one needs to change position: to be wiser as . . .