Title: canned philistinism
Product review: Those who can do; those who can't write books like this one. If you want to feel good about yourself because you despise or "don't get" or simply aren't making an effort "to get" modern lit or anything beyond conventional storytelling and entertainment, this trivial, mean-spirited little tirade'll be right up your alley. It's designed to flatter the sentiments of consumer-minded conformist Lilliputians everywhere. Similar screeds, now long forgotten, were directed at earlier titans of American fiction such as Melville, Henry James, and Faulkner--all masters of difficult, demanding, individualistic styles. DeLillo and McCarthy, in particular, are their heirs--and will also survive the little puffed-up schoolmasters, philistines, and cranks who despise the innovations and challenges of authentic art. (DeLillo, btw, could have invented this guy, but it would have been one of his decidedly minor creations.)
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