Last time I tried to review a book by W. Somerset Maugham, I stared at my computer for hours and erased every sentence I wrote. This time around is no different. What am I supposed to say? “‘The Razor’s Edge’ is about people, and they do things, and they have conversations, and life events happen, and it’s amazing to read about because you feel like you know them and you feel like you are them”? That sounds stupid, right? It sounds stupid to say that I know why Larry reads all the time and I know exactly what prompted Isabel to be such a manipulative bitch and I know why Sophie is a drunk. But that’s the thing about Maugham’s stories: His characters are you.