I remember a time when I thought French literature was the greatest in the world (Proust, Flaubert, Zola, Sartre, Robbe-Grillet, Perec). A time when I thought it was German (Bernhard, Mann, Musil, Grass, Sebald). A time when I thought Spanish (Bolaño, Borges, Vila-Matas, Marías, Vargas Llosa). British (Eliot, Dickens, Burgess, Orwell, Stoppard, Bernard Shaw, Pinter). American (Roth, Bellow, Updike, Gaddis, DeLillo, Pynchon, Vollmann). And now? I don’t know. I don’t know.
-5 February 2016
This post is part of the I Remember series.