>Only postmodernist alive writing fiction
>Dfw called his better
>WTV thought him thin
If ethics are aesthetics he has reach divinepost modernism 12dimension Artificial Inteligence lvl
DEBATE WITH ME WHY HE ISNT THE BEST WRITER
Elijah Lewis
Dylan Hernandez
Like I know he's self aware, yet he still does it.
So what merrit does he hold?
Can you explain OP
Ian Rodriguez
Doesnt use any fucking modernism in his writing which is the whole point of postmodernism and narrative is purely himself
He is the only one who writes fiction for himself,the most sincere writer who has ever lived,and every single book of his is a masterpiece,tis sadder,funnier and more real
sincere than dfw
Actually reads all the literature he wants,writes/or reads 16-18 hours a day
Lives an actual authentic life
Works more than anyone who has ever died
Christopher Anderson
dfw,powers,zadie smith,the Gass,
They are writing more literary tricks than actual stories or basicly fiction.
Justin Robinson
Who are we talking about again?
Ian Smith
William T. Vollmann
Fantasies based on contextual virtuos perfection.
Colton Ortiz
crosdressing is highly enticing
Adrian Martinez
Vollmann has EVERYTHING you could ever possibly ask for in a writer except for actual talent.
Aiden Carter
>Doesnt use any fucking modernism in his writing
such as?
Josiah Watson
I think im better, but in all honesty, I want the meet this person
Nathaniel Davis
giv recs on Vollman, im interested in this guy.
Samuel Sanders
That doesn't look like Magris
Lucas Torres
I'm going to read Atlas and The rainbow stories. I have high expectations.
Owen Perry
This is the best post in this thread. I envy Vollmann his life but not his writing abilities.
Nathaniel Wood
didnt even know about this guy 2 hours ago and now i ordered one of his books on ebay. thanks Veeky Forums
Parker Allen
wow, what an interesting and authentic person
I really need to read his books because he is so goofy
Isaiah Cox
Op here I strongly suggest his interview with bookworm
There are the greatest interview/talk i have ever heard,what got me into vollmann in the first place
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Dylan Garcia
A fucking shame his spanish translations are so fucking expensive.
Matthew Cox
Anyone got a link for “you bright and shining angels?
Matthew Jackson
He has some talent but he's very bad at editing.
Zachary Gonzalez
Who is this about?
Lucas Barnes
>When I think of contemporaries, I also pause at William Vollmann. But you’ve been critical of him and his work.
>I’m not convinced. He sounds untouched. A bad liar with quaint reasoning. We’re looking for different things, though. I don’t feel I have anything in common with such traditional concern.
absolutely disregarded by an actual degenerate
Angel Long
I unironically refuse to believe anyone has read Volmann. When someone implies they have I assume they're maliciously trying to trick me into doing it.
Ryan Sullivan
>Doesnt use any fucking modernism in his writing which is the whole point of postmodernism
Can it really be said that that's the point of postmodernism? Any other pomo writers like that?
Gabriel Young
Brutal.
Joshua Brooks
This.
>Faces at lunch, oh, yes, smirking, lordly, bored or weary – here and there a flash of passion, of dreams or loving seriousness; these signs I saw, notwithstanding the sweep of a fork like a Stuka dive-bomber, stabbing down into the cringing salads, carrying them up to the death of unseen teeth between dancing wrinkled cheeks; a breadstick rose in hand, approached the purple lips in a man’s dull gray face; an oval darkness opened and shut and the breadstick was half gone! A lady in a red blazer, her face alert, patient and professionally kind like a psychoanalyst’s, stuck her fork lovingly into a tomato, smiling across the table at another woman’s face; everything she did was gentle, and it was but habit for her to hurt the tomato as little as possible; nonetheless she did not see it. Nodding and shaking her head, she ate and ate, gazing sweetly into the other woman’s face. Finally, I saw one woman in sunglasses who studied her arugula as she bit it. It disappeared by jagged inches, while across the table, in her husband’s lap, the baby watched in dark-eyed astonishment. Her husband crammed an immense collage of sandwich components into his hairy cheeks. He snatched up pommes-frites and they vanished in toto. When the dessert cart came, the starched white shoulders of businessmen continued to flex and shine; their faces glazed at one another over emptiness, much happier now that they had eaten, unthinking of what they had wrought.
Jonathan Myers
Go back to jacking off to the Exiled or find your own examples of why he's supposedly bad.
Robert Kelly
Alright alright you win where do I start with him
Nathaniel Rivera
Riding Toward Everywhere
Justin King
Someone buy my copy of Rising Up and Rising Down for 1000$!