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 guess that now’s as good a
time as any to acknowledge our collective debt
to the work of William Gaddis. And this is not just because William has a whole
bizarre set of complex psychological relationships with any other writer who
happens to be named William (See William S. Burroughs, William
Vollman, William Blake), but because Gaddis'
stylistic innovations in his novels A Frolic of His Own, J.R. and The
Recognitions added a new ontological layer to the realm of possibility in
the American novel. This hypertext could not have happened without him. Yet his
books end up on the remainder shelves. Fucking America.
Read A Frolic of His Own. It has its pleasures.
We had the pleasure of meeting Gaddis when
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