24.8.07

He's Laurence Sterne, Bitches!



Horace, I know, does not recommend this fashion altogether: But that gentleman is speaking only of an epic poem or a tragedy;--(I forget which)--besides, if it were not so, I should beg Mr. Horace's pardon;--for in writing what I have set about, I shall confine myself neither to his rules, nor to any man's rules that ever lived.

Oh, and all you way cool "experimentalist" out there, sipping your double espressos and cracking open a story by Gospodinov: Anything you can come up with, Sterne and his dawg Cervantes did it first. And better than you ever will.

And now, if you'll excuse Crusher, Crusher's going to crack open Gospodinov's Natural Novel. Which is very fucking funny.

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