“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


Monday, July 5, 2010

From The Australian's Review of Known Unknowns

‘These stories contain beautiful passages of writing...when Henry Adams in “Local Knowledge” fails to make a coherent narrative out of his local history, reflecting the fact his own life is just as lacking in meaningful plot points, we can sense a writer in charge. I look forward to Stinson's next collection.’ -- Tegan Bennett, The Australian, July 3rd, 2010.


Posted by Emmett Stinson at 12:46 PM

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