Thanks to last week's commenters, I think I've got a reasonable approach to the works of John Barth.
Recall that Lost in the Funhouse is the only Barth I've read and that I proposed The Sot-Weed Factor and Giles Goat Boy as suitable follow-ups.
Sot-Weed was highly praised although one called it "annoying."
There was also some regard for Barth's early novels The End of the Road and The Floating Opera, although also cautions that the latter was atypical of his work (less playful, more existential in tone).
Barth's later novel Chimera was . . . continue reading, and add your comments
As I discussed in my reading resolutions for 2009, after reading lots and lots of world literature for the past couple of years, one of my goals for 2009 is to focus a little more closely on the classic American authors.
To that end, I’m starting in on Philip Roth’s Sabbath’s Theater, and over the weekend I picked up copies of The Public Burning (Robert Coover), Three Lives (Gertrude Stein), and an omnibus edition of Flannery O’Connor’s stories.
I’d also like to take on a work by John Barth, but I don’t know which . . . continue reading, and add your comments