It's a terrible cliché to say an era has ended but, truly, it has.
Mr. Mailer belonged to the old literary school that regarded novel writing as a heroic enterprise undertaken by heroic characters with egos to match. He was the most transparently ambitious writer of his era, seeing himself in competition not just with his contemporaries but with the likes of Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky.
Kakutani offers an appraisal:
In his best work Mr. Mailer made America his subject, and in tackling everything from politics to boxing to Hollywood, from astronauts to actresses to art, he depicted — or tried to depict — the country’s contradictions: its moralistic prudery and grasping fascination with celebrity and sex and power; the outsize, outlaw past of its frontier and its current descent into “corporation land,” filled with cheap, consumer blandishments and the siren call of fame.
The deserved tributes are sure to pour in over the days and weeks ahead but for now, you can check out:
* His Books and Writers page.
* PBS's American Masters.
* An extended edition of one of his last interviews with EW.
* Mailer's IMDB Page. (We remember, we confess, nearly walking out of Tough Guys Don't Dance.)
* John Freeman remembers Mailer at Critical Mass.
* An analysis of his 1957 essay "The White Negro."
* "Driving Mr. Mailer"
* Mailer's 1964 Paris Review interview.
* The archive of Mailer's many contributions to the New York Review of Books.
* Excerpts from The Spooky Art, Why Are We at War? and The Castle in the Forest.
* The Mailer Society's The Mailer Review.
* Remembrances from David Ulin and the superb Louis Menand.
There are a lot of young overeducated upstarts and pretenders these days who fancy themselves entitled to be latter-day Mailers. They haven't an ounce of the real thing. He will not be so readily replaced,