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191 pages, Hardcover
First published June 1, 2011
The complainer is a kind of stand-in for any forty-something who still identifies in some way when they glance at people in their twenties. But I think the truth is that my post-collegiate life is an exotic time, a very distant time. Whereas in FORTRESS when I contemplate childhood itself, I am really trying to bridge an almost interstellar gulf.
it’s the same illogic as racism: a seeming need for people to feel better about themselves by having something that’s beneath them. … also the self-willed exile of the minority population for “outsider identity” or “subcultural credibility”
the argument that there is a hierarchy… is not a literary-crticial operation. It’s a class operation. In that system of allusions, of unspoken castes and quarantines, mimetic fiction is associated with properity … when “realism” is esteemed over other kinds of literary methods, you’re no longer in a literary-critical conversation; you’ve entered a displaced conversation about class.
those cute magical-realist methods — how I despise that term... this notion that I push again and again — metaphor and symbol and linguistic experiment are not so very different from a “fantastic element” or a magical intrusion on the lives of the characters in the story
131. What are we hankering for? … If we chide the writer who makes reference to low-brow material, roll back to TS Eliot. Forget Joyce. ... the bogus nostalgia for pure as opposed to impure literature … is a discomfort with literature itself. A discomfort with writing. A discomfort with the kinds of exuberance, with relevance.
So memory is just a series of rehearsals, for a show that never goes on. … We just need to constantly understand how much we’re awash in our own subjective, fantastical consciousness. This is why people are so interested in stories, even if they distrust them … it’s how we understand ourselves.
125. In P Roth this tension [of whether or not something is autobiographical] often stands in place of traditional plot mechanics for generating readerly fervor. You’re always having to thnk, “This might be real. But it might not be. He could be fooling me.” In FORTRESS I switched not only to honest autobiographical methods but as well to manipulative autobiographical chimeras