Status Updates From The Groves of Academe

So far like nothing I have ever read. McCarthy seems to have found the dimension of inner thoughts and gossip and decided to let us in. A book written of sheer chaos and satire that I can’t help but like it, even if at times I don’t want to.

Your department’s concerned with formal questions exclusively: Woolf’s method, Mann’s symbols, the patterns of Katherine Anne Porter. All appropriate enough for criticism, but it isn’t what the student reads for. A student reads an author for his ideas, to detach from him a portable philosophy, like the young Joyce - a laudable aim which you discourage by your insistence on the inseparability of form and content.

tedium a la jane austen