Strange, isn’t it? To have dedicated one’s life to a certain venture, neglecting other aspects of one’s life, only to have that venture, in the end, amount to nothing at all, the products of one’s labors ultimately forgotten?
Strange, isn’t it? To have dedicated one’s life to a certain venture, neglecting other aspects of one’s life, only to have that venture, in the end, amount to nothing at all, the products of one’s labors ultimately forgotten?
“There is no literary elite in this country, unless it’s the corporate elite that runs the book business. It’s a totally different situation. What I’d say we have here is an underground that exists perennially, a steady kind of thing, and out of this movements occasionally arise and subside, but it’s always there. Whereas in France, especially, you have this series of avant-gardes which are, actually, nothing more than the cutting edge of bourgeois culture.“
Ronald Sukenick