I Can’t Help But Like It. But I Don’t Like It.

The Birnbaum interview Maud linked to earlier this week got me all riled up. Reading James Wood fills me with a mixture of admiration and irritation. I read him and think, yes, yes, yes. This is so clever; this is so keenly observed; this is so well-put. Clearly, this man is brilliant. And – clearly – from my perspective, this man is wrong. For me, reading James Wood is like being made excellent love to by a man you happen to dislike. You can’t help but like it. But – you don’t like it.

Allow me a couple of digressions in the following posts and then I’ll get back to Wood.


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