“Such are the perfections of fiction...Everything it teaches is useless insofar as structuring your life: you can’t prop up anything with fiction. It, in fact, teaches you just that. That in order to attempt to employ its specific wisdom is a sign of madness...There is more profit in an hour’s talk with Billy Graham than in a reading of Joyce. Graham might conceivably make you sick, so that you might move, go somewhere to get well. But Joyce just sends you out into the street, where the world goes on, solid as a bus. If you met Joyce and said 'Help me,' he’d hand you a copy of Finnegans Wake. You could both cry.” – Gilbert Sorrentino, Imaginative Qualities of Actual Things


Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Review of Known Unknowns on Cri de Coeur

Pierz Newton-John has posted brief review of my book on his blog Cri de Coeur, which you can read here.  I would write more, but I've been encouraged not to try too hard, which is excellent, as I've been looking for an excuse to indulge my preference for sloth.
Posted by Emmett Stinson at 1:34 PM

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