"We could all do worse than to write like Saul Bellow. And when I say write like Saul Bellow, I mean be Saul Bellow. And when I say be Saul Bellow, I mean unzip the skin from his body and wear it as a sort of Saul Bellow suit so that we can get cozy in it and truly inhabit it and understand the Old Macher."
Writer
Colson Whitehead parodies formidable literary critic
James Wood and his 2008 treatise,
How Fiction Works. At this point in his increasingly controversial scholarship, Mr. Wood is probably used to such cheek from those kids writing books on his lawn.
James Wood has applauded the study of literature as an ageless aesthetic rather than a reflection on contemporary culture, fractured selfhood, and globalization--a view cherished by older critics
like Harold Bloom and lately eschewed by the 43-year old Harvard professor's newfangled contemporaries. Wood's hidebound distaste for identity politics marks a schism between late modernism and post-modernism, a rift best viewed from above in this
infamous review of Zadie Smith's Booker Prize-winning
White Teeth. Lamenting the new face of literature that revels in confusion, distortion, paranoia, and so-called
hysterical realism, Wood not only wagged his finger at Smith, but also took literary giants Salman Rushdie, Thomas Pynchon, and David Foster Wallace to task for tampering with the novel's "delicate structure." Smith responded to Wood's eulogy for the novel with characteristically wry idiom: "The novel is not an immutable fact of human artistic life, after all, just a historically specific phenomenon that came and will go
unless there are writers who have the heart, the brain and, crucially, the cojones to keep it alive."
For now, Wood reigns comfortably as one of the most daunting critics of literature in English,
even enjoying a few tentative fans from the under-40 crowd. But the success of writers like Colson Whitehead, a 31-year old, African-American, Pulitzer Prize-candidate
who lists a Run DMC song as an "important plot point" in his upcoming novel
Sag Harbor, marks yet one more step in literature's shift from the 20th century to the 21st.
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