Wouldn’t it take an outsider to aptly critique the American scene, the American people, the American culture? Hugh Kenner, a…
Beginning to Dig into Gass’s The Tunnel (1 of 2)
Gass on history: “What counts for me…is what happens to human consciousness…what was lost when you piled up bodies, what…
We Know Best What’s Nearest (Living Art Backwards)
A quick follow-up to Tim’s post here, which was itself in response to Jackie Wang’s post here. Wang had asked:…
“Fat, too, fool, hey?” – The Mind in Morning (Snow in film)
Having just reread William Gass’s “The Pedersen Kid” yesterday morning, I decided to do a study of associations–what my brain…
Guest Post, by Darby Larson: A Sentence About a Sentence I Love
“They had heard or had heard said or had heard said written.” –From James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake.
A Sentence About a Sentence I Love, by William Walsh
“The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed.” —James Joyce, from “Araby,” Dubliners (1914) I was…
Break Every Rule, Part 2
Whereas the first chapter of Carole Maso’s Break Every Rule (I wrote about it HERE) is a kind of travelogue…