Friday, August 07, 2020

A strange tale …

… What I Learned From the Worst Novelist in the English Language | The New Republic. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

The Great American Parade hardly sounds like the worst novel in the English language, though it doesn’t sound like anything I’d want to read. It was also self-published, and in the category of self-published novels it must have plenty of competition for worst ever. Of course, most of us don’t turn to fiction for op-ed views. We read it for insight into the comedy and tragedy of humanity. I guess Burrows thought that a hatchet job was better than no review at all.

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