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

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