the genuine writer has nothing to say. He has only a way of speakingwhich is similar to what Susan Sontag said. She'd also echo his view that most novels written today are no advance on Flaubert, technically. She was talking about the twentieth century American novel, and I'd rather read this
than any exquisite examination of the human condition. (It's Alasdair Gray's 1982 Janine.)
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