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On that Oft-Predicted End of the Novel
I wish I had time to make some comments on the Boston Review’s think-piece essay on the death of the novel, but for now all I can do is point you to it. This is the on-sentence summary:
There is no crisis of realism in contemporary fiction; there is only a crisis of ownership.
That’s about as good of a slogan as I’ve seen regarding the perennial entombment of all that is novelistic. If you like that, read the whole thing. Suffice to say, there’s oodles of Bakhtin (and well-quoted/summarized Bakhtin), plus some Woolf, Bloom, etc, even a little Wood, all gracefully deployed and well-synthesized.
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Recommended Books DeLillo's major work before White Noise is probably his most underrated novel. Its all right here--the politics of paranoia, terrorism, the unnamable--set in an evocative, timeless Greece.
The most bizarre Abe novel I've yet read, which is indeed saying something. About a subclass of Japanese men who go around wearing boxes from the waist up (and then use them as domiciles in the evening), the book is also an experiment in perspective shifts, a highly unstable, metafictional first-person narrative, and an exploration of voyeurism, consumerism, and aberrant sexuality.
Charting the path to three gunshots--the one that killed filmmaker Theo Van Gogh, the one that disabled his Islamic extremist assassin, Mohammed Bouyeri, and the one that led to Vincent Van Gogh’s one hundred years earlier--Olsen tells three separate stories that resonate with one another on numerous levels: the logic of extremism, the role of the dissident in Dutch society, the limits of tolerance, the purpose of the artist, the feeling of the most important five minutes of your life. Read my interview with the author.
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A book that's an interview about the book you're supposedly holding in your hands. Creative, potent, and full of life. Just what metafiction should be. Read my post on it.
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It’s really sad that argument breaks down finally into, read more critics and writers of color and stop feeling guilty you white people in your gated Brooklyn-Cambridge community…
Which is to say, it was a singularly bad article of precisely the sort it was singling out as ineffective.
Foucault is great but as Charles Taylor easily demonstrated it’s turtles all the way down. Was this written in the 90′s ? If so, the writer could be forgiven because they did not known that there is never any end to Paris ?
And Famished Road is amazing, nonetheless.
This was published in Boston ?