I was instantly put off by the pretentious tone of The Receptionist, by Janet Groth. The subtle references to John Updike or Tom Wolfe, the various high brow culture events that were part of every story, and French infused dialog were almost enough to give up. But remembering that my own pretense was the very reason I chose the book in the first place, I kept going. I’m now quite glad I did.Learning virtually nothing about the New Yorker Magazine, I learned a great deal about Ms. Groth and her raison d'être if you will. My desire to hear about John Updike, Tom Wolfe, et al was replaced with a keen interest in the events in Ms. Groth’s life as she discovered Janet Groth. It was a quite pleasant discovery.