The future of literary criticism is a pink cloud. Or a big cheese. Take your pick.

On William Gibson's ideas of "Google aura" and "node" and the "cloud" in our newly augmentated appreciation of novels.

September 4, 2007 1:10 PM | | Comments (2)



"Not waving but drowning," eh?

Well, I for one prefer to think literary critics are just doing acrobatics.

William Gibson is a wonderful example of the limits of book criticism. I can't imagine James Wood, for example, having anything useful to say about Gibson. Any more than I would expect Michiko Kakutani to say something enlightening about Cormac McCarthy. Even the greatest critics have peculiar blind spots. (We sometimes call these "taste.") Perhaps it's better for books, or readers, that the voice of the old-fashioned authoritative critic be drowned in the general hubbub.


Best of the Vault


Pat Barker, Frankenstein, Cass Sunstein on the internet, Samuel Johnson, Thrillers, Denis Johnson, Alan Furst, Caryl Phillips, Richard Flanagan, George Saunders, Michael Harvey, Larry McMurtry, Harry Potter and more ...


Big D between the sheets -- Dallas in fiction


Reviewing the state of reviewing


9/11 as a novel: Why?


How can critics say the things they do? And why does anyone pay attention? It's the issue of authority.

The disappearing book pages:  

Papers are cutting book coverage for little reason

Thrillers and Lists:  

Noir favorites, who makes the cut and why



About this Entry

This page contains a single entry by book/daddy published on September 4, 2007 1:10 PM.

The semiotics of selling out start here. was the previous entry in this blog.

Not I is the next entry in this blog.

Find recent content on the main index or look in the archives to find all content.

Creative Commons License
This weblog is licensed under a Creative Commons License.