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[dadafountain]

An L.A. Times review of some bad, very Sex-in-the-City-esque chick lit book really encapsules one of my major problems with a lot of contemporary American literature, including non-genre fic:

Davis maps an emotional terrain, following the harrowing contours and treacherous twists of the psyche, rather than a physical reality. That makes a

Comments

[kirstyn]

oracular and dead-on as always, my friend.
have you ever read anything by bessie head? i'm thinking suddenly of my intense isolated-psyche-as-landscape-in-south-african-lit phase... if i've already asked you this, never mind, but i haven't, you should sometime get your hands on 'a question of power' -- also this book called 'the restless supermarket' by ivan vladislavic -- and arthur nortje's poetry. not sure how easy any of that is to get in this country but maybe LA...? in any case.
(in a severe recoiling of the spiral, going back through nearly everything i thought was awesome in the past. all right. tea-time!)

[kirstyn]

interesting, though, too, the fact that that's one of the things most going on in mass-marketed contemporary american lit... indicative of what's going on inside a lot of minds in this country, i'd say (though there are many, many of those minds...). maybe the whole thing is getting closer to the whole "outside reality's a manifestation of internal reality" and vice versa? was going to start on one of my mostly un-thought-out long-ass comment rambles but thought better of it. head-gears spinning hither and thither, though!
phonage soon!!