Friday, April 01, 2005

Two Anticlimactic Books

1. Homeland, by Sam Lipsyte.
Dick-lit. At least now I know why his interviews are so funny*.

2. Ishmael, by David Quinn.
It was The Matrix, replete with a shaky premise, one-dimensional characters, and stilted dialogue. Recommended earnestly by a certain snide English teacher, but recommended wrong.

I think I've overdosed a bit on contemporary fiction. Luckily, Virginia Woolf is here to save the day.

*...inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes are, the more picturesque they look. The mere fact of having published a book of second-rate sonnets makes a man quite irresistible. He lives the poetry that he cannot write. - Oscar Wilde, Picture of Dorian Gray