A Reader’s Manifesto

An attack on the growing pretentiousness of American literary prose

 

Some scorched earth over at The Atlantic

On Annie Proulx:

And why should we care about characters whose gruesome deaths and injuries are treated only as a pretext for more wordplay?

On Cormac McCarthy:

No novelist with a sense of the ridiculous would write such nonsense.

On Delillo:

This sort of patronizing nonsense is typical of Consumerland writers; someone should break the news to them that the average shopper feels nothing in a supermarket but the strong urge to get out again.

… The effect of all this is so uninvolving, so downright silly, that it baffles even sympathetic readers.

On Paul Auster:

All interpretations of the above passage are allowed, even encouraged—except, of course, for the most obvious one: that Auster is simply wasting our time.

 

 


 

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