The flattened American landscape of minor writers

[malignd at aol.com]

<<Assuming you're not just being rude, but are genuinely missing my 
point, I'll explain one more time what I meant. When the press - and I 
am talking mainly about the English press, because even factoring in 
teh internet, living in England you tend to read teh English press 
most, and yeah I know the McEwan article wasn't in teh English press 
but he is an English writer - when the press run an article on one of 
the Big Beasts of post-war American literature, be they alive or dead, 
they tend to mention that particular writer's 'peers' or 
'contemporaries', yeah? So, for instance, a Roth profile will tend to 
mention Updike, Bellow, etc. But they often omit Pynchon.>>

I happen to be reading the New Yorker's profile on that mediocrity Ian 
McEwan and stumbled across references to Pynchon and Gravity's Rainbow 
and, to boot, DeLillo and White Noise.

And, in the same issue, an article about Barthelme that also mentions 
Pynchon.

Not that that invalidates the harrumphing Carville's argument.