The Novel Doesn't Come Into

There Is A Place In Men's Lives Where Pictures Do In Fact Bleed, Ghosts Gibber And Shriek, Maidens Run Forever Through Mysterious Landscapes From Nameless Foes; That Place Is, Of Course, The World Of Dreams And Of The Repressed Guilts And Fears That Motivate Them [i.e., The Unconscious]. This World The Dogmatic Optimism And Shallow Psychology Of The Age Of Reason Had Denied; And Yet This World It Is The Final, Perhaps The Essential, Purpose Of The Gothic Romance To Assert.

Gertrude Stein Really Thought Of Hemingway As Frail. He Almost Married Stein.

When All Of Us Are Forgotten, People Will Still Be Remembering Stephen King.

I've Had A Tough Time With Pynchon. I Liked Him Very Much When I First Read Him. I Liked Him Less With Each Book. He Got Denser And More Complex In A Way That Didn't Really Pay Off.

Unless Criticism Refuses To Take Itself Quite So Seriously Or At Least To Permit Its Readers Not To, It Will Inevitably Continue To Reflect The Finicky Canons Of The Genteel Tradition And The Depressing Pieties Of The Culture Religion Of Modernism.