Rolling Contemporary Literary Fiction

feels like there hasn't been any literary fiction i've been interested in reading in a loooong time. what have i missed?

its 5 years old now, but i just finished "the gathering" by anne enright and i loved it

what's good

and recent

also, does anyone have a list of shit that's coming out soon?

too easy to find shit without assistance

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Actually James Salter has a new book coming out which I am looking forward to, and should fit anyone's definition of Rolling Contemporary Literary Fiction although I am afraid that he may be viewed, along my other ILB lost causes, Evan S. Connell and Gilbert Sorrentino, as a minor writer. (Not even going to mention Thomas Berger)

did anyone else read "the flamethrowers" by rachel kushner? best new literary fiction i've read this year

i'm in the middle of reading it with the caveat that instead of reading it i keep reading other, easier books about zombies and magicians and despair instead

you should see if ilx poster 'thomp' has something to say though

my only real problem with it is that i keep reading sentences of it and thinking of writerly people using the word 'scaffolding' and feeling lost

lol i don't have anything to say about it except you asked me if i'd read it. i still haven't

only heard good things about this book

enjoyed the james salter, and have LOVED several of his earlier novels, but this felt oddly like something pulled out of a set of drawers kept locked since 1957

ok, kushner's pretty good

like so much of it seems like it ought to seem piled on way too thick but just kind of works

"I remember a rainbow spectrum of men's wing tips parked in rows, triple-A narrow, the leather dyed snake green, lemon yellow, and unstable shades of vermilion and Ditto-ink blue. All of humanity dresses in uniforms of one sort or another, and these shoes were for pimps."

yeah

ok now i am like 120 pages in my estimation of this has shot up to really really fucking good. something about the parallel of valera's dad's superhighway and the line reno is making in the salt flats for the sake of land art pushes some great pynchonian buttons, though at the same time this manages like conventional empathy and subject-position stuff i don't normally expect to happen in the same book as the other sort of thing

john dogg is a p good artist name

haha 'subject-position stuff'

"A funny thing about women and machines: the combination made men curious. They seemed to think it had something to do with them."

Enjoying the Kushner a lot, even the bits in New York where not much seems to be happening are infinitely readable on a sentence level.

We'd eaten lotus paste buns on a cold, damp, November day, on which the sun shone and the rain fell simultaneously, the strange, rosy-gold light of this contradiction intensifying the colors around us as we walked, the fruit and vegetables in vendors' bins, green bok choys, smooth sunset-colored mangoes packed into cases, spiny durian fruits in their nets, crushed ice tinged with fish blood.

ha does she mention lotus paste buns again seventy pages later because everything is densely patterned or did she just forget, do u think

sometimes people just eat the same stuff

in fact most times

nah she like makes a thing of it

j you should take a look at this book sometime

waiting for the pb; inconveniently sized hardback

Anyone read David Rakoff's Love, Dishonor, Marry, Die, Cherish, Perish yet? I'm fourth in line for it at the library and hoping to get it before school goes back.

the uk hb of this has the worst jacket and i was putting off reading it for that reason but the boards are actually cool

Got the Rakoff coming in the post

I don't quite like those Kushner sentences, something very labored about them. I also don't like that Rakoff title. I don't like anything anymore.

Yuck
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A large chandelier showered golden light on the crowd as I surveyed the party in the bronze mirror over the mantel. I was startled to spot someone I barely recognized: myself. Blue button-down, sports jacket, third or fourth drink — I was losing count — leaning against the wall like I was holding it up. I looked like I wasn't at a cocktail party but an airport, waiting for my life to take off.

this is a thread for literary fiction

Just warning people y'all are gonna have this book shoved down your throat next couple months

Her debut was enjoyable, tbf.

Sure--just think that opening paragraf is yuck

'physical description of main character through medium of them seeing themself in a mirror' is such a feeb move tbh

'calamity physics' was sort of garbage, not as good as clear-eyed as curtis sittenfield's 'prep' but more elaborate

nothing enjoyable abt her debut tbf

on the other hand i'm sure she's a lovely person with many positive qualities

"Her name was Jeannie, but no sane man would ever dream of her."
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oof

Whoops, I'm in the wrong thread

can't believe you quoted this section and left the punchline out wf:

"A large chandelier showered golden light on the crowd as I surveyed the party in the bronze mirror over the mantel. I was startled to spot someone I barely recognized: myself. Blue button-down, sports jacket, third or fourth drink — I was losing count — leaning against the wall like I was holding it up. I looked like I wasn't at a cocktail party but an airport, waiting for my life to take off.

Infinitely delayed."

ugh sorry I felt bad enough

David Rakoff's Love, Dishonor, Marry, Die, Cherish, Perish is astounding. I cried maybe four times and laughed out loud too many times to count. Also, more than a bit poignant when I realized, after the fact, that I was reading it on the first year anniversary of his death.

is there a substantive discussion of st aubyn around these parts anywhere, i feel like he's come up ~ a dozen times but never for long, anyway rather tragically i am reading them because they are cheap in fopp

i don't think they're the sort of books that inspire substantive discussion really

there's a paragraph in 'bad news' where patrick, on quaaludes, holds up a pastry and says or thinks "this pastry is 'out of control'", that for a second made me think i was reading taipei again