Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Here he is, Horace Engdahl, my Jerk of the Decade. Easy on the L'Oreal, Horace, you may not think Updike, Roth, Ashbery, Dylan, Robinson etc etc are quite up to the Nobel Prize for Literature, but we don't want you look like a complete prat. No, I'm kidding, we do. And there's even a quotation from your 'collection of fragments' Meteoror - 'The poem shuns thoughts as the fencer dodges the rapier's point. The aphorism permits itself to be pierced without shedding a drop of blood.' This must be one of those very rare things that sounds better in Swedish.
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 6:48 am