In the book “Sir Vidia’s Shadow” the author V.S. Naipaul is portrayed as an eccentric genius who is anal retentive, sleeps with hookers, is an adulterer, pretty well a wife abuser, not to mention contributed to his brothers early death.
It is called a literary friendship…
but if literature is defined as a piece of art then this work cannot be considered in that genre…it is a polemic piece that wishes to situate the student above the master.
Paul Theroux is an American who writes smugly as a grumpy tourist
Vidia is more settled in the outsider position…
regardless of opinion they were both men who dedicated much of their lives to writing…of course the cult of personality has extended to books…and perhaps the Americans are running out of ideas or maybe they never had any…joking…
Canadian Literature
it would appear near impossible to make a decent living at poetry in this large northern country…grant writing and prizes would be the aim…and judges would have to swayed at cocktail parties and receptions
fat chicks from creative writing courses don’t turn my crank.
At universities your not allowed to say that…it’s called “fatism”…and is also known as bullying…
so what is the point of literature in this age of spectacle and surfaces?…when the art becomes the commercial…the trees don’t give a fuck.
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