A Forsley Feuilleton: If Richard Yates Wrote a Novel Called Tao Lin…Act One by Christopher Forsley
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the internet. Apparently he really digs the anonymous or pseudonymous writers
from alt lit. That is what he mentions. Names are dropped as if they were
steaming hot potatoes from a hot potato game gone wrong.
establishment of writing is mentioned. Christopher mentions how he read one
single Marie Calloway story. After reading the story he went back to his life
of picking up dog waste. I know that field well. That’s a lucrative industry.
Dogs will never run out of waste. If they did the economy would explode.
America was built on dog waste. Entire economies have been built on waste. Look
at Peru’s Guano Era from 1845 to 1866. Most of the Golden Periods of countries
are built on waste. Without waste capitalism wouldn’t even exist.
is part of Christopher’s initial criticism of alt lit. He says ‘All these young
writers doing young writer things what a waste.’ From there he sequesters
himself with pre-approved, clinically-tried material. The gatekeepers provide
him with his reading material. Life goes on for Christopher as he continues to
read the classics. Modern writing bores him. Comparing it to reading an
internet board post he gives a hoot and reads a book. Poor alt lit never had a
lit is a bunch of privileged IPHONE-owning brats’ Christopher Forsley writes from his
IPHONE. Listening only superficially to Andrea Coates rather than engaging her
criticism as a way to get more involved he almost closes the book on alt lit.
This would be foolish of course for alt lit has few books. It is an
internet-based culture. Every time I see an alt lit book I get excited and
think “Thank Goodness this exists”.
Dankland pulls Christopher back into the alt lit universe. I love Chris
Dankland. His selection of writers is a fairly good introduction. And when you’re
dealing with somebody who has read only a single excerpt from alt lit you have
to really wow them. If anybody can wow, it is a guy whose head is nothing more
than a cloud of smoke. When you have your head in those kinds of clouds you
begin to see clearly.
makes Christopher take a closer look at alt lit. Apparently it is the
beginning. His goal is to fully understand this phenomenon. With each twist and
turn getting ever deeper into alt lit he will write about it. How many acts
will this be? How does he know where he is going? Who can tell? I do plan on
covering his journey into the heart of alt-ness.
commend Christopher on his ability to re-evaluate his initial assessment.
Usually people say ‘Well that tiny bit was terrible, let me not get involved’.
Here Christopher is willing to give a second chance to alt lit, a thing that
initially left him feeling cold. Hope he is warmed by the warmth of a new,
growing, living and breathing literary movement.