Title: Yiiich.
Product review: Gass is so cutesy he makes me puke. He consciously seeks to be "postmodern." Every sentence is an occasion for another metaphor which serves only to prove how good Gass is at coming up with unusual metaphors. When he reviews the works of others, he preens himself on enjoying their "subtleties" like any 4th-rate critic. Ick, ick, what a pri__!The ideas behind the writing are nothing new. Basically the modern world has embraced TV and other media and abandoned literature, and Billy isn't too happy about this. Well, Billy, the philistines aren't listening to you. They can't even understand you. That's why they're philistines. Genuinely strong spirits don't need you to tell them.His sentences strike defeatist-defiant and heroical-stoical poses; seldom could I find any genuine enthusiasm for any pleasure simple or complex. It's all forced and repulsive.For genuine thought-poetry, read the Philosophical Investigations of Wittgenstein, not this literary pretender.
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