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.
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.