Notable American Women gives us, with great panache and in eerie detail, a world that is cruelly reasonable within the near-religious limitations of its weird laws and customs. It is a book as unique as it is wonderfully strange. — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
Rapacity plus taste is a formidable combination, since it so often passes for intelligence. One pities the artist in a world of such predators, all of whom are deeply engaged in the arts too. — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
All I do know, for certain, after 53 years in this business, is that writers who sincerely think that their language can represent reality… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
“A writer discovers what he knows as he knows it, i.e., as he makes it. No artist writes in order to objectify an “idea”… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
On Being Blue celebrates both language and that which it represents and carefully draws our attention to that difficult middle ground on which the… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
“He may have liked many other things, but we know for certain only that he liked a sweet summer breeze, stars shining softly above,… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
“Q: What literary complexities do you find most interesting? That is, what do you like most to "solve," so to speak, as a novelist?… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
“He hadn't "abused" alcohol, but had spent almost four years sitting in a chair drinking jug wine around the clock and looking, variously, at… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
…and to all you other cats and chicks out there, sweet or otherwise, buried deep in wordy tombs, who never yet have walked from… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
What is this thing called a kiss? French, tongue, soul, chaste, motherly, fatherly, brotherly, sisterly, ass, genital, Judas, trembling, rough, hesitant, sweet, soft, wet,… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
“One must find some structure, even if it be this haphazard one of the alphabet.” — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
“He wiped her forehead and stroked her shoulders, worshiping her pain. He went to get a Coke and brought it back to her, but… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
