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Yet he had accepted an advance for the novel — half of which had already gone to his ex-wife — plus invested all of that irreplaceable time on it, five years of his (1995), which became a huge critical and commercial success as both novel and film. (Just caught the rhyme myself — nice.) Its heart is symbolized by Brokeland Records, a used vinyl store operated by a pair of True Believers.In telling their story, Michael Chabon’s masterly technique is deftly applied, yet with such subtlety that a casual reader might not notice — the way it’s supposed to be.For these are all books that I genuinely loved, and wanted to write about, for one reason or another. , John Barth (2011) Even into his early eighties (born 1930), the long-reigning master of postmodernism (hipsters call it “po-mo,” or even “pomo”) demonstrates his endurance as a playful-yet-profound observer and contemplator of humanity and life. Barth describes a young writer in a small house in Upstate New York with a full teaching load and a young family.The title refers to aging — how an old man’s every third thought is of death, quoting Prospero in when he is planning to return to Milan, “Where every third thought shall be of my grave.” The main character is an elderly author who remains upbeat and energetic, reflecting, “That still gives First and Second Thoughts to get stuff done in.” The irrepressible John Barth chronicles life’s late stages with the same crafty sleight-of-hand and bawdy gusto he brought to portraying youth — when it might be said that every third thought was of another end. His writing is accomplished in stolen hours, with the aid of earplugs and amphetamines.) John Barth blossomed into his own mature style with in 1960 — highly intelligent and deeply learned, yet somehow warm and friendly, darkly comic and satirical — and always with a light-hearted carnality that might be dubbed “satyrical.” Since then Mr.And as someone observed, “The hardest kind of writing is being smart about books.” (Okay, that was me.) Perhaps, to a blockhead, that reason alone makes it worth the effort to try.But there is also the simple motive of wanting to “share the love.” On this occasion, a couple of reflections encouraged me to attempt it.Barth has produced a steady monument of works large and small, all interwoven with mythology, history, magic realism, unconventional techniques, and dark or ribald humor. Michael Chabon (2012) Michael Chabon was born in 1963, placing him among the generation of authors coming into their maturity right now.I number several of his novels among my “dearest favorites” (seems the right descriptor), perhaps especially dwell among the select “rereadable” list. Some are in full flight, confidently wielding the experience and skill they have gained, yet maintaining their youthful enthusiasm — writing for the love of it, perhaps the published when he was just 25, was followed by great success (Pulitzer Prize, major motion pictures), and he is still aiming higher and wider.
These star-crossed young women are portrayed without sentimentality, or excessive pathos, but simply as isolated human beings trying to solve their problems, even as new obstacles and humiliations keep rising in their path.To quote Ovid (some wisdom demands repetition), “If the art is concealed, it succeeds.” Subtle shadings of description and mood are woven with consummate skill into sentences of modern brevity and clarity, but the rhythm of words is used like phrases of music — to make description mood.Michael Chabon is also not afraid to toss in what a John Steinbeck character called “a little hooptedoodle.” Which brings this conversation about contemporary writers to a brief reflection on their predecessors — the “moderns” before “post,” the “mo” before “po.” In the early ’80s I was in a Manhattan bookstore, and asked about a biography of John Steinbeck I had read about.Because unless you’re getting paid to be glib about stuff you don’t like, why bother?Over two hundred years ago, the great scholar and wit Dr.