Last night I followed a link from a Boingboing message board (link provided by Alan Bostick) to John Clute's harsh review of Atwood's Oryx and Crake from Science Fiction Weekly. I would expect reviewers from the sf world not to be kind to this book, given how much Atwood's been trashing science fiction in her publicity statements about the book, but I trust Clute more than I might trust a lot of other reviewers looking at an sf book that was written by a literary fiction author and published as literary fiction. (Even so, there are a couple of points on which I suspect, on no evidence and without having read the book myself, that Clute may've missed something; for example, I'm guessing that the presence of the name "Oryx" in the title suggests that the character may be intended to be a bit more important than Clute suggests that she is.)
But the main reason I mention this review is that Clute's the only reviewer I can think of who'd use a phrase like "the sclerotic exiguity of its backstory." It's a rare review that sends me to the dictionary.
(Hey, Jay, consider "exiguity"—or even "sclerotic exiguity"—a Story Words suggestion.)