Very grateful to Andrei for the opportunity to talk about Sorokin and a variety of other mad projects. Andrei is one of my heroes, so having my first interview in print on his sublime blog is truly surreal. Enjoy!
After reading 2666 and THE KINDLY ONES in high school, this was the book young Max was desperate to see come out in English. On Tuesday, it finally is 😍😍😍
Pop “literary fiction” that cannibalizes a highly calcified notion of literature as watered-down realism to sell a corporate product. Books for nobody. To be read, then forgotten. This is what writers are up against. To wage war against it—our only hope.
If you write prose inspired by modernism or postmodernism, it is a grave error not to have read much of the 19th- and 18th-century prose-fiction canons: to understand what you are rebelling against with your 20th-century forebears.
To my mind, it is not Proust, but Céline who is the great French modernist. There is nothing fundamentally new in Proust’s work—it is his tempo, scale, and tonality that differentiate him from his 19th-century forebears. Not so with Céline (Proust as Wagner, Céline as Stravinsky)
2024 prediction: literary neorealism dies a stale death; nobody mourns its passing; big publishers start publishing weird books again; the reading public rejoices.
Request an ARC of this and write about it! An incredible translation of an incredible book by an incredible author. In the land of Turkish literature, Atay is king.
Behold your first look at the first Paul Thomas Anderson film poised to break the $100 million mark: reuniting him with star Leonardo DiCaprio, following Anderson’s uncredited screenplay rewrites on 'Killers of the Flower Moon’
And just like that, the short-story collection / mosaic-novel I’ve been writing for three years is complete. THE WORLD. My new novel, THE ABODE, begins on Jan 1 🥵💪🫡
New Knausgaard series really is the literary equivalent of getting super stoned on an October night in high school and listening to black metal as you walk down suburban streets, shadowy figures in the distance and leaves crunching underfoot. The highest of compliments.
My novel THE ABODE is done !! The end of an informal trilogy including PROGRESS and THE WORLD (the latter of which is stories). Three books that will rock the Anglosphere 🥵🥵🥵🥵 Coming soon 🥵🥵🥵🥵 to shelves near you 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵
The first book that made me realize I could write long prose was Bolaño’s ANTWERP. And yet, every time I finish a work of prose, I inevitably realize that I have yet again failed to write my ANTWERP.
Official announcements coming soon ;) But all of you who are eagerly awaiting SCHATTENFROH, pick this up from
@NewDirections
and give it a read. It's the only book that it is 100% a necessary prerequisite to have read before Lentz's masterpiece.
When I was 12, I did a book report on THE WORLD ACCORDING TO GARP and was yelled at by my English teacher. She slammed the purple paperback down—asked how I dared to write about such smut. It’s thanks to her I translate such naughty things from 6 languages. And write smut too 🥵
Knausgaard wanted to be Peter Handke Jr. on a more mega scale, but ended up as a conceptual diarist and Stephen King acolyte. Both grand success AND terrible failure. No accounting of Knausgaard is complete without understanding this failure.
Holy shit… to go out with that last diptych… a king right up until the end with a last testament that is nothing but void, void, and more void. American literature is infinitely poorer today than it was yesterday.
BREAKING NEWS: Cormac McCarthy, a preeminent voice in American literature over the better part of the past half-century, died today at his home in Santa Fe, N.M., his publisher, Knopf, confirmed. He was 89. Full obit to follow.
Grand news! Sorokin’s newest masterpiece, DOCTOR GARIN—his, as it were, 22nd-century version of DOCTOR ZHIVAGO—has been signed up by
@nyrbclassics
!! Coming very soon in English…
A description of the war in Ukraine in the new novel by Antonio Moresco (with one of the best characterizations of Putin I’ve ever read). This novel is a howling lament for the state of our world in 2024. Beautiful and terrifying.
Irish coffee this morning to drink to my hero: 68 and never going to stop being a mad, visionary genius and a handsome devil. My hero, mentor, role model, friend, favorite writer, and, the term that encompasses it all, lit-batya: many happy returns!
My mosaic-novel / collection of leitmotif narratives / hall of mirrors / gallery of religious icons drawn from characters presented by real life is almost done. It’s called THE WORLD. Then it’s onto my real second novel: THE ABODE.
Correct order of Houellebecq novels from best to worst: The Elementary Particles, Serotonin, Submission, Extension of the Field of the Struggle, The Map and the Territory, Annihilate, Platform, The Possibility of an Island...
WAR AND PEACE has 2 epilogues of pseudo-Hegelian philosophy; some readers recommend skipping them—what do they really add to the text? Proust upped the ante on Tolstoy by writing 6 novels worth of epilogue to SWANN’S WAY. Nobody recommends reading only SWANN’S WAY, and yet…