Status Updates From The Salzburg Tales

I’m breathless every time I read this book. Why is it considered so obscure?

It's been a long time since I've read a work as wantonly incontinent as this one. Salzburg Tales represents attributes similar to golddiggers: both are vapid, both are wastrels, and both are idiotic.

When fiction comes across as a textbook, there's a lot of things wrong with the work.

I was eighteen when I was gently put down by my literature teacher for 'verbal diarrhea.' I think fiction works with motive verbs, not with a logoemesis. I'm going to put my head down and finish it ASAP.

...but it was probably that he was naturally addicted to melancholy. He dined not, wined not, wenched not, stole not, blasphemed not; he prayed frequently, looked no man straight in the eye, canted rather than spoke and did his own washing.

Wonderful stuff - the only difference between this and it's 70's Postmodern cousins is that it is less sexually explicit, though a bawdiness certainly remains

Tales within tales - The Decameron in the Austria of 1931, written by an Australian woman in 1933. Pre-Pomo Pomo, you could say...

"In Doulcemer" is fun to read as a gentrification story ;)