The Novel in English
True novelists writing in English? There's Coetzee, there's Naipaul. Pynchon, perhaps, makes a third - the token American.
Glut of poets, dearth of novelists. Why is that? Even the ones who remain have shaded, into memoir, into philosophy... No stories writ in black on the mind's tablet - perhaps there were, and have dissolved. Ours this universal tongue, now, flickering into change, too casually
Glut of poets, dearth of novelists. Why is that? Even the ones who remain have shaded, into memoir, into philosophy... No stories writ in black on the mind's tablet - perhaps there were, and have dissolved. Ours this universal tongue, now, flickering into change, too casually
posted by Cheshire Cat at 12:47 AM
2 Comments:
i think it has something to do with social and political turbulence and the birth of great literature... when I think of great national or regional literatures, only Russian, Eastern European or Latin American literature comes to mind... never the anglo-america. I am of course not talking of individual authors....
Plus there's the relativism - it has something to do with sensibility. I've started to feel that the reason I'm unable to appreciate American literature is not that it's flawed, but rather that I'm not properly attuned...
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