Old. Tired. Sick. Alone. Broke.
June 6, 2010 10:41 AM Subscribe
has died. David Foster Wallace called his Wittgenstein's Mistress
"pretty much the high point of experimental fiction in this country"; but Markson also wrote, earlier in his career, an oddball Western
, hardboiled detective fiction
(Here is a tribute constructed entirely from text from Epitaph for a Dead Beat
), and some uncommonly lusty stuff
for a dedicated experimentalist.Wittgenstein's Mistress
initiated a phase of Markson's novel-writing in which he produced texts that (as he described them) were "nonlinear. Discontinuous. Collage-like. An assemblage."; consisting of short quotations or historical remarks, sometimes with shorter commentary. Especially in his last novel
, artists, their fates at the hands of critics, and the ends of their lives were the most frequent entries; many conform to the bare pattern "March 3, 1996, Marguerite Duras died on". Along with reflections on his own mortality.
The first link contains many more links, to tribute posts, already-online interviews and reviews, etc. It seems simpler not to reproduce them here, given that they're already collected there; each is worth reading if you're interested in Markson.
No notice yet taken by print publications that I can see.