Title: Rant on brother
Product review: I rather liked this little book. I remember the essay in The Atlantic Monthly. I liked the essay then, and agreed with much of what Myers said. So it was nice to come across the essay in full like this. He takes on the pretentiousness of today's literary scene (and I've read a lot of the prize winners, so I know [what] wins). I haven't read much of the authors he used as his examples (Paul Auster, Don DeLillo, David Guterson, Cormac McCarthy, and Annie Proulx), but it doesn't matter. Myers doesn't get into plot or characters. You don't have to be familiar with the books (though it would help, I'll reread the chapters of this book as I read the works by those authors). He takes on the language they use. And nine times out of ten, Myers is right. This essay/book should get more attention. It's the equivalent of Dana Gioia's Can Poetry Matter?, only for the world of fiction.
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