TV's 'real' agenda is to be 'liked,' because if you like what you're seeing, you'll stay tuned. TV is completely unabashed about this; it's its sole raison.
Rap's conscious response to the poverty and oppression of U.S. blacks is like some hideous parody of sixties black pride.
I just think that fiction that isn't exploring what it means to be human today isn't art.
Pleasure becomes a value, a teleological end in itself. It's probably more Western than U.S. per se.
To be willing to sort of die in order to move the reader, somehow. Even now I'm scared about how sappy this'll look in print, saying this.
It seems important to find ways of reminding ourselves that most 'familiarity' is meditated and delusive.
We're kind of wishing some parents would come back. And of course we're uneasy about the fact that we wish they'd come back - I mean, what's wrong with us?
This is nourishing, redemptive; we become less alone inside.
This diagnosis can be done in about two lines. It doesn't engage anybody.
This might be one way to start talking about differences between the early postmodern writers of the fifties and sixties and their contemporary descendants.