Thoughts on this cunt?

Thoughts on this cunt?

Have you seen the film Genius? Never really looked into him until I saw that. Interesting fella, that's for sure. Wrote with the raw derangement and vitality of Rimbaud it seemed like

No I haven't. Looks interesting desu

America's greatest writer. Shame he's not mentioned more.

The GOAT. Why did people stop reading him? Is it because Bloom shat on him, or because schools didn't want to touch the racism?

tell me more

thinking bout to start with "Of Time and the River". some1 red this?

How tantalizing

>tfw I'm from Asheville
>tfw the schools only mention him briefly to say that he was a bad person that supported racism and hatred.
>These are the same retards that sell you artisinal shaving cream and whine about supporting local artists.
Shiggy.

He used to be popular. A lot of old teachers / professors know him. Even my grandmother read him. Now no one teaches him, and he is generally not as discussed as his contemporaries.

Here are some excerpts from Harold Bloom discussing Wolfe in 1987:
>What, if anything, can we do with Thomas Wolfe now, except to read his life story as composed by the devoted Donald? We cannot read Wolfe. I mean this literally, having just attempted Look Homeward, Angel for the first time in forty years. There is no possibility for critical dispute about Wolfe's literary merits; he has none whatsoever. Open him at any page, and that will suffice. Here is the conclusion of Look Homeward, Angel:
>... It is difficult to believe that this is not a parody by S.J. Perelman, or even some lesser practitioner, but indeed it is the thing itself, Thomas Wolfe at his most Wolfean. ... If you can read Wolfe, then God bless you, but you will not interest many among us unless your reading is animated by social and cultural history, since clearly Wolfe matters a great deal more as an American phenomenon than he possibly could matter as an American writer.

>If there were a single indisputable achievement by Wolfe, I would be pleased to end with the High Romantic note that perfection of the work had replaced perfection of the life, a Yeatsian formulation that makes Wolfe's fate seem more unhappy even than it may have been. But Wolfe, as Donald vividly presents him, was a human disaster, and his books, despite Donald's enthusiasm, are all of them aesthetic disasters. I do not think that we can even say anymore that Wolfe is the novelist for adolescents, the Salinger of the 1930s, as it were. Perhaps some adolescents still read Wolfe, but I do not encounter them. The most significant sentence in Donald's biography comes in the preface: "Later, as an adolescent, I really read Look Homeward, Angel and was certain that Thomas Wolfe has told my life story." Growing up in rural Mississippi, the young David Herbert Donald fell in love with Wolfe's novels, lost that love in the 1950s, and found it again later on. It was, he observes, not uncommon for an adolescent in the 1940s to be deeply affected by Wolfe, but the return of such enthusiasm is rare.
>Wolfe's credo was the famous: "I believe that we are lost here in America, but I believe we shall be found." Whatever that metaphor of being lost in America meant to Wolfe, it is not at all clear what he could have meant by "We shall be found." By whom? By what? Donald, remarkable historian as he is, cannot be expected to answer such questions. Wolfe evidently got lost in childhood, and never quite found himself again by or through writing.