| New DFW fiction in The New Yorker: Good People |
| Monday, 29 January 2007 | ||||
Page 2 of 2 No. 7 : Never to mention pregnant, pregnancy, abortion, or child was impressive too, Oops! Child was mentioned, once near the end. Rereading the story increases my appreciation for its strength. I wonder if it's part of something longer, like zenith said. No. 8 : But is this really a 'fine' piece of writing? It feels like a second draft...if the blurriness of the writing is deliberate, it's over-done. This sentence is a good example of what I mean (it's not cherry-picked...there are plenty to choose from): "The only other individual nearby was a dozen spaced tables away, by himself, standing upright." Try: "The only other individual was a dozen tables away." Is anything necessary lost by tightening that sentence? Wordiness can be a rhythmic device or a tone-setter and so forth, sure, but isn't this merely DFW being kinda sloppy? Or, again, over-indulging in the demotic? No. 9 : I was just reading E Unibus Pluram again and it hit me that DFW's making use of a sort of constructive (reverse?)irony in the tension between what is said and the imagery conjured up. Man oh man is this a powerful story. I'm about ready to get all evangelical and have a shirt made that says "Lake of fire survivor" or something corny but truish like that. I've now read it... ... and I'm sitting here trying to phrase some sort of response. It's a fine piece of writing. Not an enjoyable one. |
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