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Also, in the category by the way this sentence was great, I offer this:
Joey took to addressing him, when he had to, as Mr. Castle Cairfill--Mr. Castle Cairfill, could you come here a moment please and assist this young man who wants something in grunge--concluding his request with a smirk that Joey, on his way to becoming Joseph, would later edit out.

That was so poignant, and sweet, and I don't know how to emphasize enough how unusual it is for me to use such words.

I have to say I don't read a lot of books without traditional dialogue but Gass here doesn't just do it well, he does it smoothly, to the point where nothing feels out of place about it.

I have to say I don't read a lot of books without traditional dialogue but Gass here doesn't just do it well, he does it smoothly, to the point where nothing feels out of place about it.
Matthew wrote: "The lack of traditional dialogue makes everything a part of Joseph Skizzen (whoever that may be) and only reinforces what of Mr. Hirk becomes a part of Joseph Skizzen..."
Excellent observation!
Excellent observation!




Gregsamsa wrote: "And with Gass you gotta keep your eyes (but more your ears) open to read-out-loud-able sentences. He's a virtuoso of various -iterations and -sonances, not to mention an utterly ill MC when it com..."
Especially fun is Joseph word-smithing his misanthropic sentence about the fate of humankind, mixed with his skill at kick-the-can. Enjoying all this very much!
Especially fun is Joseph word-smithing his misanthropic sentence about the fate of humankind, mixed with his skill at kick-the-can. Enjoying all this very much!

After a short time the finishing school returned to Lutheran arms and virtue's camp where no one gave its coeds the compliment of slander.

These names are great.
At first I thought that Madame Mieux could have been a minor shout-out to Henry James's Madame de Mauves (another author who loves an alliteration, and a Gass favourite I believe), but that was just a passing thought.


He makes it look so easy, but he puts years between books, so I wonder if he futzes endlessly with sentences the way Josef does with that one Jim mentioned.

I'm finding that reading his prose is like eating something particularly rich and delicious. I just can't stop.


I was struck by the anachronistic mention of rap, hip-hop and grunge. It is sticking in my craw for some reason. I am still doing the math on whether Kazan's shop had the Beatles before anyone else.


Rudi Skizzen, with his prophet’s vision and his technicolor dreamcoat, transforms his family from Jesus to Yahweh and back again, moving them from small town life in Austria to the bombed out city of London. He disappears, and his family continues the journey, first to big city New York and later to small town Ohio, reclaiming parts of their original selves, but externally, completely new people. Not a bad beginning for a novel, eh?
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