The Author as Science Guy

[P. Chevalier]

Intéressant, cette vision de la fiction post-moderne comme condamnée à se 
dissoudre totalement dans l'étendue de son ambition... Comme un suicide 
entropique à l'issue duquel il ne resterait d'autres sujets à traiter que 
l'absurdité de l'entreprise elle-même... Une sorte de narcissime mortifère, 
"portrait de l'artiste en pleine déliquescence"... Comme si le soupçon 
demeurait le seul sujet digne d'être traité au travers de tout autre, au 
point de devenir soupçon hyperbolique, méta-soupçon, soupçon de soupçon...

Que restera-t-il au lecteur avide de dépaysement sans pour autant être de 
cette race de nostalgiques que l'on croise au bord des routes, et qui 
dodelinent de la tête en se souvenant d'Avant...

L'exotisme d'un autre langage?




At 11:14 18/02/2003 -0800, prozak at anus.com wrote:

> > Power's problem is that he's a pedestrian writer. Just the opposite of
> > Pynchon, whose every thought (most every) stirs the imagination. Be it
> > silly or serious. Powers no doubt knows as much as Pynchon. Maybe more.
> > But knowledge isn't the issue.
>
>In my opinion, you are absolutely correct - and further, the
>blueprint for writing this kind of novel has been established for
>three decades already. My hope is that if anything, literature keeps
>growing.
>
>The postmodern novel, effective as it was in, like a Hollywood movie,
>summarizing daily existence into highly polarized distrust of
>society, did not escape its own polarization and thus is almost a
>religious experience of baptism in chaos and emergence with
>simplistic solutions. Thus like an asshowl I have to say that I'm
>sticking with the founders of the genre, those Faulkner-Burroughs
>guys, who observed the virus in rough formation and avoided getting
>swept up into the 'grand statements' and sentimental absolutes of
>which FWN among others warns us.
>
>It's weird how authors sell out just like metal bands. Joyce, for
>example, sold out on his second published novel. It still has its
>appeal however, like a copy of black album Metallica kept hidden
>behind the left speaker in case there's shallots to be sliced.
>Pynchon... it seems so far is going strong, but the question is of
>pro-active applicability of his social/political theories. (I
>wouldn't call him a philosopher by style, although philosophical
>might apply). So maybe it is time for literary revolution, aka
>business as usual?
>
>And where is left to go (the eternal question)? Will the next genre
>solely be a whinging about the lack of frontiers, as an overgrown
>society collapses inward and eats itself?
>
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