For the first time in who-knows-how-many-years, we're not participating as a judge in the always entertaining Tournament of Books. Why not? Because Harry, Revised is in the running ...
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In his recent TEV guest review of Home Land, Jim Ruland called Sam Lipsyte the "funniest writer of his generation," and we're quite inclined to agree. We tore through Home Land in two joyful sittings and can't remember the last time we've laughed so hard. Lipsyte's constellation of oddly sympathetic losers is rendered with a sparkling, inspired prose style that's sent us off in search of all his prior work. In Lewis Miner's (a.k.a Teabag) woeful epistolary dispatches to his high school alumni newsletter ("I did not pan out."), we find an anti-hero for the age. Highly, highly recommended.
Congratulations! Let's hope 2666 doesn't suffer the same fate as The Savage Detectives. And let's hope you win!
Posted by: Matt | January 14, 2009 at 08:31 AM
I had just finished reading Harry Revised and I must say, it is definitely as 'witty, erudite, and outrageous as Waugh' as quoted by Andrew Sean Greer (author of The Confessions of Max Tivoli).
Reminds me a little of Amis Kingsley's Lucky Jim as well.
(By the way Nat Waugh - you should get Alex to read this book).
Posted by: Literary Media Spot | January 14, 2009 at 01:03 PM
based on the other contenders, no contest - it's yours.
Posted by: JW | January 14, 2009 at 03:36 PM