Yearning is the Word I would love that one last romance. But I’m not very realistic about it happening. What I can’t deny is my yearning. — Jack Nicholson, 77 In age, o God, Why am I here In lonely room like this? Not bowered in bliss With lovely woman, Waiting for her kiss? Peter Jeffrey   Lit Crit Unimpressed, Mistress Ferrante, Promised champagne, got chianti. And as for Maestro Ove Knausgarde Has he played the Mickey Mouse card? Would it be too impolite To call his stuff a load of shite? Instead, to give his work a boost Call…