TEV GIVEAWAY: THE WAR AGAINST CLICHE
One of our recent commentors challenged us for having joined the Martin Amis "pile-on." We respectfully challenge that assertion on a few levels, the key being that "pile-on" has a connotation of an unfair wrong perpetrated against a defenseless creature. If there is a critical mass of folks criticizing Amis (and we're scarcely alone), we suspect it has a good deal to do with the frequency and the idiocy of his public pronouncements on global politics. Now, to some extent, this is unsurprising. Anyone who even skimmed Amis's risible Koba the Dread came away with a sense that when Amis ventured into global politics, he was on decidedly unsure footing.
But what makes it all the more disappointing (for us, at least) is as a measure of how far he's fallen. Although he might attribute his lapses to "thought experiments," we continue to come across tin-eared sound bite after tin-eared sound bite from a man who has so publicly and intelligently declared war on the cliche - cliches that now constitute his armaments. Put another way, if his literary criticism weren't so goddammned wonderful, his recent foolishness wouldn't disturb us quite as much as it does. But he is capable of wondrousness. Consider, for example, his wonderful review of Underworld, included in his magnificent collection The War Against Cliche:
''Underworld'' surges with magisterial confidence through time (the last half century) and through space (Harlem, Phoenix, Vietnam, Kazakstan, Texas, the Bronx), mingling fictional characters with various heroes of cultural history (Sinatra, Hoover, Lenny Bruce). But its true loci are ''the white spaces on the map,'' the test sites, and its main actors are psychological ''downwinders,'' victims of the fallout from all the blasts -- blasts actual and imagined. DeLillo, the poet of paranoia and the ''world hum,'' pursues his theme unstridently; he is tenacious without being tendentious. Yet even his portraits of bland, hopeful, pre-postmodern American life -- his Americana -- glow with the sick light of betrayal, of innocence traduced or abused. The ''great thrown shadow'' has now receded and terror has returned to the merely local. MAD (Mutual Assured Destruction) was exploded; and the bombs did not detonate. Still, the press-ganged children who wore the dog tags must live with a discontinuity in their minds and hearts. DeLillo's prologue is called ''The Triumph of Death,'' after the Breughel painting. In the end, death didn't triumph. It just ruled, for 50 years. I take DeLillo to be saying that all our better feelings took a beating during those decades. An ambient mortal fear constrained us. Love, even parental love, got harder to do.
Breathtaking. From there, we've somehow come around to "Islam must get its house in order." Hence our profound and continued irritation with the 2008 edition of Martin Amis. He has, it seems, fallen on the battleground of his own war against cliche.
But we prefer our fond memories of the Amis continued in this volume (and in Experience), and so we are happy to offer up a lovely hardcover edition of this excellent collection of literary essays for your enjoyment. Rules, rules, rules. We'll take all emails, subject line "A HIT OR AMIS" (ouch, sorry), until 9 p.m. PST. Please include your full mailing address, and previous winners are ineligible. We'll turn to the RNG to select a winner and post the details when we're back from the trip.
Now, it's true as some of you might recall, that we didn't exactly love Peter Carey's
Did you think we'd forgotten about you? Not all, just a bit busy here as festival weekend gets underway. But before we disappear into panel-and-party-land, we are happy to be able to offer a copy of Tom McCarthy's superb
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This year's regrettable Rooster contretemps should not obscure the fact that some truly wonderful books were considered, and two extraordinary titles made it to the final round. Now, for the vast majority of you who didn't get to participate as a judge, we are happy to offer a special TEV giveaway: The final round of the Tournament of Books - Junot Diaz's newly anointed Pulitzer Prize winner The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, and zombie round dark horse Remainder by Tom McCarthy. And to sweeten an already sweet pot, we're throwing in the book you know we were rooting for all along - The Savage Detectives. The lucky winner of this package will swear they're a Rooster judge, you'll see.
First and foremost - many thanks to Fiona Maazel for a terrific turn as guest blogger. We hope you all enjoyed the show.
Joshua Ferris's superb debut novel
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