Here are the sorts of changes he has in mind: Fiction and autobiography would mingle freely; essays and criticism would become lyrical, verse and novels essayistic. The writer would openly plagiarize peers and past masters. And all of it would be rendered in jagged, loosely connected fragments. Why? Because this resembles life, which "flies at us in bright splinters": "The novel is dead. Long live the antinovel, built from scraps."
Color me dubious.
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