Cooper Wrote A Novel Which Is Absolutely

One More Recent Novelist To Come Along Is Cormac Mccarthy. Him, I Like.

Delillo Never Seems Committed To Me To What He Is Writing. Very Nice Surfaces, But He's Got Nothing Underneath.

Unless Criticism Refuses To Take Itself Quite So Seriously Or At Least To Permit Its Readers Not To, It Will Inevitably Continue To Reflect The Finicky Canons Of The Genteel Tradition And The Depressing Pieties Of The Culture Religion Of Modernism.

There Is A Place In Men's Lives Where Pictures Do In Fact Bleed, Ghosts Gibber And Shriek, Maidens Run Forever Through Mysterious Landscapes From Nameless Foes; That Place Is, Of Course, The World Of Dreams And Of The Repressed Guilts And Fears That Motivate Them [i.e., The Unconscious]. This World The Dogmatic Optimism And Shallow Psychology Of The Age Of Reason Had Denied; And Yet This World It Is The Final, Perhaps The Essential, Purpose Of The Gothic Romance To Assert.

I Never Met Anybody In My Life Who Says, I Want To Be A Critic. People Want To Be A Fireman, Poet, Novelist.