I did read Lennard Davis’ new essay on Woody Allen—or, at least, I read it up to the point where Davis said that Woody Allen “stares at a world that Dostoevsky could not bring himself to imagine when he said that without God there could be no morality.” But then, somehow, I felt a little ill, and I never quite got back to the rest of it. Perhaps someone with a stronger stomach can tell me how it ends.
