Thursday, July 12, 2001
Y. Oh, hell, I rant and rail against the Literary
Establishment all the time, qualified or not. For example
I've tried and tried, but I just can't stomach most of
what's now being called "The post-realistic fiction." I
can't read John Barth with anything but irritation. I can't
read Donald Barthelme at all. I can read hardly any of the
many other new "post-realists," whatever their
ever-increasingly famous names may be. I know it's all very
fashionable stuff and I know it provides an endless supply
of witty little intellectual puzzles and puns and fun and
games for graduate students to play with, but it's
emotionally empty. It isn't felt.
-- Richard Yates
posted at 2:43 PM