caramba wrote:mission wrote:Snarfyguy wrote:
I'll have you know I paid considerably less than 10 cents.
That is one of my favourite books. As a result of my affection for it, I waded through a fucking butt-tonnage of Barth’s metafictional folderol and almost lost the will to live.
Two things stick with me, over thirty years after reading it: that the character wears a suit even while doing yard work, on th principle that how you do one thing is indicative of how you do all things (an observation that resonated and stayed with me, in spite of me never being able to determine its truth or validity) and the sex scene, where he spies himself in the mirror.
Read the Sot Weed Factor at college and made a stab at Giles Goat Boy. Never bothered with anything JB wrote again after that. He seemed to be very much a writer of his time (as were many of the authors lauded in Tony Tanner's excellent overview of post-war US fiction, City of Words).
Looking JB up am amazed to learn he's still alive as I've not heard of anything he's done since my college days
Yair, I read Giles Goatboy, Sotweed Factor, Once Upon A Time, Sabbatical and Chimera. I bought and tried to read Letters. (I really did like Floating Opera and went through a massive metafictional phase.
I am younger than that now.