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760 pages, Hardcover
Published April 4, 2017
While reading William Gass’s The Tunnel last year at this time, I feared I was witnessing the last of a dying breed, the encyclopedic American novel that began with Gaddis’s Recognitions in 1955, hit its stride in the sixties and seventies (Giles Goat-Boy, Gravity’s Rainbow, Gaddis again with J R, The Public Burning, LETTERS), went baroque in the eighties (Darconville’s Cat, Take Five, Women and Men, You Bright and Risen Angels), then raged against the dying of the light in the nineties with Powers’s Gold-Bug Variations and Gass’s massive masterpiece. Who was left to write such novels, or to read them at a time when some scorn such books as elitist, testosterone-fueled acts of male imperialism? For those of us who regard these works as our cultural milestones, not as tombstones in patriarchy’s graveyard, David Foster Wallace demonstrates that the encyclopedic novel is still alive and kickin’ it.And so I was introduced to Joseph McElroy, D. Keith Mano, Alexander Theroux, William T. Vollmann, and Richard Powers (and either Gaddis or Gass ; can't recall the exact timeline anymore but probably the Gass since Gaddis came recommended from Barth already or something of that nature). I mean, and that was just the beginning. Because my first lesson was that no bookstore carried stuff like Mano and McElroy and Theroux and I couldn't find a copy of YBARA for ages. And the internet had almost nothing on these guys. And I couldn't believe how great they were and how I'd never heard of them and how seemingly no one else had ever heard of them either and even with my very shallow experience (at the time and today) of contempo-lit I was sure beyond a doubt that these were reallyreally good novels probably great novels and I had felt cheated that no one had told me about them yet (cool that IJ is such an effective gate=way drug to the encyclopedic) and so I started looking around to get all social and whatknot and here on gr I found a few traces of the possibility that here were some readers who might dig this brainy dense experimental postmodern mega=encyclopedio stuff (MJ had read Take Five already which was like totally unheard of in my researches (I hadn't even found a copy yet)). And the rest is BURIED history. Really, guys, everytime my gr=feed informs me that one of you has picked up one of these author/books (or Divine Days or Ms MacIntosh or etc or etc) my faith in human kind skips a beat. It's cool and all to see folks reading GGM or Homer but to see someone digging into Take Five is just unworldly. But like I said, I'm pretty much entirely derivative here, a vanishing mediator ; it pretty much all derives from Mr Moore and his three BIG books about BIG books (and assorted other stuff).