The book includes interviews with fifteen writers: Kathy Acker, David Antin, Lydia Davis, Kenneth Gangemi, Marianne Hauser, Lyn Hejinian, Harold Jaffe, Robert Kelley, Richard Kostellanetz, Mark Leyner, Clarence Major, Derek Pell, Gerald Vizenor, and William T. Vollmann.
Larry McCaffery is about as good as it gets when it's a question of the literary interview. And his work in general is about the best place to start if it's a question of surveying Usofa-ian fiction of the post(and post-post)modern variety (ie, the inventive stuff that started to pour out upon an unsuspecting public somewhere around the early sixties or so approximately). If you have interest in (and you are not required to hold such an interest) what kinds of fiction/poetry/art get written when the artist's main question is something like, What the hell is this thing called fiction/poetry/art? What can it do? Let's push it and find out. On the other hand, if you like authors of more traditional non-inquisitive modes, that's fine too and Larry talks to some of them as well. There's just so much....
This volume was published in 1996. The range of the interviewees is enormous. Let's see who's here ::
Kathy Acker -- needs no introduction. She's a RockStar!
David Antin -- This guy's schtick is literally talking, as in performance. Not sure how this becomes in the reading. But keep your ears out for more.
Lydia Davis -- another rockStar, but maybe too Top 40 for me.
Marianne Hauser BURIED -- I'll wanna-read her Prince Ishmael and The Talking Room.
Lyn Hejinian -- Her My Life has 1,683 Ratings · 58 Reviews ;; which I think gives just a little hope for literary justice. I've not read it yet. It's a Classic, Canonical.
Harold Jaffe -- BURIED. Read whatever you can find, probably.
Richard Kostelanetz -- Looks pretty BURIED. And he seems to have written a shitton.
Mark Leyner -- MuthaFookinROOKstar. This is the end of intelligent writing right here. There is no point in the universe further from SUCKY than Mark Leyner. If you've not fellated each and every one of his books yet you probably know how utterly terribly awful you should feel about yourself and should start investing RIGHT NOW in signed 1st/1st's of all of his utterly terribly incredible books. Hop hop!
Clarence Major -- Another BURIED Canonical (happens-to-be African)American author. I've not read him yet but this is like the second interview or something I've read with him and he is at the TOP of my tbr/I-wanna-$$$$.
Derek Pell -- BURIED pataphysician. You'll want to read his Assassination Rhapsody in debriefing from DeLillo's Kennedy novel perhaps.
Gerald Vizenor -- nearly BURIED. Put him on your nativeAmerican reading lists ; also on some kind of chinese reading list. Read his Griever among other things.
William Fucking-T Vollmann -- 'nuff said.
As you can see, you've not heard of many of these folks. I've read something from just Acker Leyner and WTV. What you should do is write this list of names on a scrap of paper and place that scrap of paper alongside some object that you always have with you when you visit The Village Bookshop so that when you are there at The Village Bookshop you can check for the books by these Lovely People. You'll be surprised how few you find. (don't forget to check the Small Press and Poetry shelvings).
But it doesn't stop here. McCaffery has three other volumes of interviews with authors equally innovative and experiment and avant garde and inquisitive (that's what we should use to 'label' this kind of fiction "inquisitive fiction" because what fundamentally characterizes this kind of fiction (or art in general) is that it inquires into the (very) conditions and possibilities (this is very kantian) of its existence and essence and nature and things of this sort--What is fiction? What can fiction do? Etc? -- the other kind of fiction either finds the answers to these questions already lying around or doesn't know these questions even exist. This kind of thing.)
I mean, if you are serious about finding books through Utterly Other Means. I just read Pessl's second book so believe me when I tell I know what I'm talking about when I say that the good stuff gets BURIED under mountains of shit.