'... I've never read a piece of [...]criticism [...] that
made [...] fiction less than what it is for me ...'
I would have change that 'made' into 'didn't make'.
Perversely, I think I might write 'biography' instead of
'criticism' if I were trying to find a source of enrichment.
How unfashionable is it possible to reveal oneself?
But old Keats was speaking in his rough, inarticulate
way for multitudes when he complained about people
who - what was it? - wanted to unpick the rainbow.
(I'm sure I can depend on the scholars to provide
the exact quote.)
'Ain't nuttin' but the text,' intones Matt in that strange
Tibetan chant of his. No, nuttin' but page after page
after page of speculative, modish, jargonesque guff.
Scottie B.
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