If faux erudition and willful misreading set your pants on fire, go have a bonfire with this lengthy eructation of ill conceived, frequently picayune argument contra James Wood’s How Fiction Works.
The piece is far too cluttered with shoddy, farcical reasoning to warrant serious – make that any – response. The best I can suggest is to read through the smoke of it - assuming you have the stomach for rich tripe – and then go back to Wood’s work. If nothing else the clean-aired contrast will be refreshing.
Far from all the claimed ‘instructing’, ‘dismissing’, ‘whittling’, ‘eliminating’ and ‘ignoring’ of lessons postmodern that the pseudo-intellectuals at Big Other accuse Wood of inflicting upon us, How Fiction Works argues, practically and cogently, that ‘fiction is both artifice and verisimilitude, and that there is nothing difficult in holding together these two possibilities’