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Ben Marcus [author of this article] defends experimental fiction against critics, Jonathan Franzen in particular, who disparage it.
If not the best novelist of his generation, then certainly the most anxious—eager for fame, but hostile to the people who confer it—Jonathan Franzen has excelled most conspicuously at worrying about literature’s potential for mass entertainment. It’s a fair worry to have, if vain, but he’s been a strange and angry contender for the role, and the results have been spectacular, depressing, and confusing all at once. In reviews, essays, and lately even a short story, he has taken wild swings at some unlikely culprits in literature’s decreasing dominance. In the process he has also managed to gaslight writing’s alien artisans, those poorly named experimental writers with no sales, little review coverage, a small readership, and the collective cultural pull of an ant.
[Whoa! I had no idea that Jonathan Franzen felt this way about experimental fiction. This is a great article, but I’m gonna have to side with Franzen on this one. Click on the link and read the article, it’s worth a look.]