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4 Responses to “John Updike”

  1. I thought Rabbit should just get over himself.

    In a word.

    Well said!

  2. “Dalziel nodded wisely, winked and turned away….Behind him the conversation between Fielding and the Americans resumed.
    ‘I don’t care for Updike. Overwrought, overblown and overpraised,” cried Bergmann.
    ‘Yeah,’ drawled Flower. ‘Updike’s a shit.’….

    …’Mailer’s a shit……..Longfellow…well, Longfellow…well, Longfellow’s a shit also.”

    _An April Shroud_, 1975 by Reginald Hill

  3. I really admired Updike’s descriptions of place, but I could never work up any interest in how Rabbit felt or what was going to happen to him next. Same as Hemingway and Cormac McCarthy…impressive prose, but for what?

    I’ve never had that “Get over yourself” feeling about a woman prose stylist, although there are several that “everyone” admires but me. I can usually articulate my objections there. I don’t know what it means…guess I’ll go mull over the concept of Updike, Mailer, and Longfellow as….

  4. Rebecca, now I’m trying to think of women writers I’d consider “prose stylists” and having trouble coming up with any. Annie Proulx maybe? Lee Smith?

    Anyway, I agree with you about Hemingway and Cormac McCarthy: I think they’re both at base very sentimental.

    And I take no responsibility for anything Poppysmatus says.

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