Wurlitzer’s Nog
Michael Miller praises Rudolph Wurlitzer’s Nog, the novel that led Pynchon to declare “The novel of bullshit is dead.â€
Michael Miller praises Rudolph Wurlitzer’s Nog, the novel that led Pynchon to declare “The novel of bullshit is dead.â€
I’m away at my sister’s, going on long walks through the woods and fixating on things other than books. Back soon.
T.S. Eliot’s 1936 letter to Geoffrey Faber about Djuna Barnes’s Nightwood refers to possible “fines and damages” the publisher might face for publishing the book that ultimately became known, in the words of Jeanette Winterson, as “an important milestone on any map of gay literature — even though, like all the best books, its power makes a nonsense of any . . .
Nabokov’s last Original of Laura notecard is “a list of synonyms for ‘efface’—expunge, erase, delete, rub out, wipe out… obliterate.” (Via.)
Ed Park offers an appreciation of Charles Portis, author of Dog of the South & True Grit. (Many thanks, Jack.)