I admire early 20th century literature and its recognization and respect of form in the face of change. It was an exciting time. Edith Wharton's concisely verbose opinion on the form of "current literature" is my link to the (c)literati of the time; her words are always carefully calculated equations that are aware of their derivation from respectfully noted predecessors. Which is a really long way of saying that she says the shit she means for real real and knows she owes her evolution of vision to the dead and ancient and
the recently dead.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
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