To and Slow
Finishing Slow Man yesterday afternoon, bedridden and crestfallen, I thought that I simply aspire for Coetzee to be another Graham Greene for myself and not another Paul Auster. I didn't like the novel, the director walking onstage and Ms. Costello sleeping in parks. No.
posted by jon faith at
4:59 PM
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I think you've come close to hitting on what I want from Coetzee, too--some mix of Greene, Kafka, and, say, Juan Rulfo. But that's not who he is, methinks.
I haven't read any of his novels since the first volume of autobiography, which I didn't think well of. But I still deeply admire Waiting for the Barbarians, Age of Iron, and In the Heart of the Country.
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