Fiction Is Life With The Dull Bits

The Provincial Intellectual Is Doomed To Arguing At Low Level... There Is Still No Australian Literary World, Not In Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide. It Is Some Consolation To Realise That There Is No Literary World In Birmingham Or Los Angeles Either. I Have Heard There Is One In Montreal, But I Don't Believe It. The Literary World Is In London And New York, The Only Cities Big Enough To Sustain Magazines Which Can Afford To Reject Copy.

You Should Never Trust Anyone Who Listens To Mahler Before They're Forty.

What Is Camille Paglia Doing, Writing That An Actress As Gifted As Anne Heche Has The Mental Depth Of A Pancake? How Many Pancake Brains Could Do What Heche Did With David Mamet's Dialogue In Wag The Dog? No Doubt Heche Has Been Stuck With A Few Bad Gigs, But Paglia, Of All People, Must Be Well Aware That Being An Actress Is Not The Same Safe Ride As Being The Tenured University Professor Of Humanities And Media Studies At The University Of The Arts In Philadelphia.

One Way Or Another, All The Poets Of The Thirties And Forties Reacted To Auden, Either By Rejecting Him Or Trying To Absorb Him.

On The Correctly Formed Pubescent Girl, A Speedo Looked Wonderful. When It Was Wet, It Was An Incitement To Riot.