Well said. I too used to admire his prose, his take on bourgeois culture, his wit. But it all became empty words, and the empty words of a spent force always end up embarrassing, then offensive, then just pathetic.
The best thing about willy was his late brilliant wife Deborah Orr. Inexplicably her twitter timeline was erased soon after she lost her fight against breast cancer - who would do a thing like that I wonder
It got old but perhaps he also has too much competition for the bad boy /provider of shocks these days. It’s necessary to do something more to not become dated. It works better with some empathy, recognition of the absurdity of life, one’s own insignificance and stupidity, self-awareness, and so on --which he perhaps forgot since he did provide this to some degree, in the past. Even though the bad boy revealing the sensitive person within whom the bad boy was designed to create a cover for is a cliche probably even older than the modern novel, it is truly essential to the schtick.
Well said. I too used to admire his prose, his take on bourgeois culture, his wit. But it all became empty words, and the empty words of a spent force always end up embarrassing, then offensive, then just pathetic.
Yeah, sad to say, I also liked him when I was in my 20s. I was a dick.
I used to like him, too - also when young. The writing here is terrible. Beyond terrible.
The best thing about willy was his late brilliant wife Deborah Orr. Inexplicably her twitter timeline was erased soon after she lost her fight against breast cancer - who would do a thing like that I wonder
Deborath was incredible. He is a ghoul.
It got old but perhaps he also has too much competition for the bad boy /provider of shocks these days. It’s necessary to do something more to not become dated. It works better with some empathy, recognition of the absurdity of life, one’s own insignificance and stupidity, self-awareness, and so on --which he perhaps forgot since he did provide this to some degree, in the past. Even though the bad boy revealing the sensitive person within whom the bad boy was designed to create a cover for is a cliche probably even older than the modern novel, it is truly essential to the schtick.