/lit/ - Literature

>>13770781
Weaver of the mythos of liberalism that would end humanity

>>13770789
Though just A weaver. Maybe not even that important of one. But he’s one of them.

Is that the guy who sells black pepper? He's alright I guess.

The only good American writer in the last 50 years

>>13770781
Dislike him. Writer of cowpokey chronicles. To consider them masterpieces is an absurd delusion. A nonentity, means absolutely nothing to me.

Past his prime just writing screenplays with a few pretty descriptions nowadays.

Blood Meridian, Suttree and The Crossing all deserve places in the American canon though.

He's a pariah, just like all other genre fiction "writers." If you ever publish a piece (and I do mean piece) of genre fiction, it's pretty much the kiss of death as far as real writers are concerned. You're consigned to the kiddie table from then on, and will forever dwell in that ghetto. Hacks simply aren't invited to the parties. What serious artiste would ever address an envelope to a name like King or Steel or Brown? Well, I do have one story. I once attended a cocktail party in the French Riviera hosted by a indomitable poetess. Several of the big name novelists were in attendance, including many of my fellow Oxford alumni. The mood was merry until a certain hack (in)famous for writing horse stories decided to gatecrash the villa. He was no doubt emboldened by a recent prize he won for (wait until you hear this) a post-apocalyptic survival horror novel. Sorry, just let me catch my breath. The moment this lost soul stepped under the veranda the entire party went dead silent and everyone turned to look at him with a single united look of disgust. The poetess, ever the angel, swooped in and engaged the poor fraud in his level of conversation. The talentless nobody was already sopping drunk, of course. No doubt he'd needed courage to even approach the door, and so decided to "party rock" from a flask in his tiny rundown rental car outside. She graciously asked him if he was working on a new horse novel, and he replied (and I'll remember these words until the day I die), "No, a crime screenplay." The entire villa erupted in laughter and the sad little nothing was so mortified he simply slunk away. Only then did we return to our shimmering conversations about the craft. Who do these people think they are, really?

>>13771010
>rundown rental car
Love it, let them eat cake-esque

>>13771010
Many of the greats wrote in genre.