Word: fiction
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...true nonfiction novel. Mailer is eminently a novelist and eminently a journalist--he is remarkably accurate at being both. The combination is a daring achievement. Novak and Evans or Knebel or Galbraith write novels based on contemporary journalistic events, but they are related to their own reality as science fiction is related to science--a fantastic but logical extension of reality. What Mailer achieves is a deep personalization of the event. And his success as a journalist can be attributed to his talent as a novelist. As he writes of himself: . . . he was a novelist and so in need...
...FICTION...
...private vision. As Wakefield sees it, present-day U.S. society is so stringently regimented that it is marching inexorably to war. Viet Nam is no aberration: it is U.S. destiny. Readers may draw different conclusions, but in personal journalism, the writer is paid for expressing his emotions-and even fiction is a vital form of human perception...
Make-Believe Alexander Pope must have been wrong, poor chap. The proper study of mankind is not man, but-in current fiction, at any rate-his phallus. Novelists are exploring ever more intimately, not to say enviously, the wondrous achievements of recognized bedroom supermen. In fact, everyone-heroes, authors, readers-seems to be getting rather exhausted. Perhaps that is why so many novels this season deal with sex in its most mechanized and dehumanized form. The dildo is the feature; everybody, apparently, uses an artificial penis, or else needs one badly...
...Simone de Beauvoir (The Second Sex) casts her cold, existentialist eye on the predicament of modern woman, the author emerges like a tough-minded, hardhearted Fransoise Sagan. Les Belles Images has sold over 100,000 copies in France for reasons that have nothing to do with the art of fiction. In its brief compass (long enough to irritate, short enough to finish between lunch and cocktails), the novel lambastes modern life, love, marriage and values with thoroughgoing cynicism. It is bound to have an insidious appeal: it can make a woman wallow in self-pity. The scene is a Paris...