James Wood on the new Richard Price.
Recommended not just because it's Wood on Price, and because it's really an essay on the use of dialogue in fiction, but because it refers to Henry Green's Loving (not that surprising, given that it's Wood, but always a welcome sight), and because it quotes one of the characters in Price's novel on how he knew the event he was at was a poetry reading: “I guess it was poetry because it had that pronouncement thing, you know, where you say each word like you’re angry at it?”
Exactly.
Monday, March 31, 2008
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