I never had an answer to the professor at my school who claimed that there were no great American novels in the latter half of the 20th century. I mean I didn’t argue with him; I just sort of agreed or acquiesced to his confidence and overbearing nature and sort of resigned myself to thinking that he was right and it was just great short stories. I mean I definitely think he’s full of it. Among Pynchon and Styron and Morrison and plenty of others […]
