A lot of things you said about the book made me think of the Argentinian Daniel Guebel’s El Absoluto, especially “That’s that Schattenfroh energy though: either this contains all the mysteries of the universe, or it’s a goofy-ass prank, or shit, it might plausibly be both.”
“autofiction … is the only relevant form for the 21st Century novel.
The subject of the 21st Century is ME.
The future of the novel is thru ME.
Not away from ME.
Aesop is dead. We must stop fabulating.”
This is a thought that I think everyone has had or will have and that is spoken in your voice—it refers me to Emerson’s “Self-Reliance”: “To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men,— that is genius. … In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts; they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty.” Maybe our own rejected thoughts, because we rejected them and didn’t say them, infuriate us. So calumny is an excellent form of praise.
Aconchegated!
A lot of things you said about the book made me think of the Argentinian Daniel Guebel’s El Absoluto, especially “That’s that Schattenfroh energy though: either this contains all the mysteries of the universe, or it’s a goofy-ass prank, or shit, it might plausibly be both.”
“autofiction … is the only relevant form for the 21st Century novel.
The subject of the 21st Century is ME.
The future of the novel is thru ME.
Not away from ME.
Aesop is dead. We must stop fabulating.”
This is a thought that I think everyone has had or will have and that is spoken in your voice—it refers me to Emerson’s “Self-Reliance”: “To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men,— that is genius. … In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts; they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty.” Maybe our own rejected thoughts, because we rejected them and didn’t say them, infuriate us. So calumny is an excellent form of praise.