When Author X was Compared to Author Y by Author Z

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X is by any standards a better writer than Y. -Z

Fill in the unknowns.

Get Up (I Feel Like Being A) Hamletmachine (James Redd and the Blecchs), Saturday, 3 October 2009 00:58 (nine years ago) Permalink

The fact that what X is entertaining us about is reality and madness, time and death, sin and salvation -- this has escaped most critics. Nobody notices that we have our own homegrown Y. -Z

Get Up (I Feel Like Being A) Hamletmachine (James Redd and the Blecchs), Saturday, 3 October 2009 01:01 (nine years ago) Permalink

for example?

Zeno, Saturday, 3 October 2009 01:05 (nine years ago) Permalink

A,B,C, stand aside. D is now a better short story writer than you will ever be again during the rest of your lives. -E

Get Up (I Feel Like Being A) Hamletmachine (James Redd and the Blecchs), Saturday, 3 October 2009 01:10 (nine years ago) Permalink

the second one: X=Dick, Y= Borges, Z- Le Guin

Are we supposed to answer these, or list more?

challop of ghouls (CharlieS), Saturday, 3 October 2009 04:17 (nine years ago) Permalink

Yes!

Either answer or list more. Please list more.

Get Up (I Feel Like Being A) Hamletmachine (James Redd and the Blecchs), Saturday, 3 October 2009 13:03 (nine years ago) Permalink

Thus, if you read X and Y you will be struck by the indecency of the one, and the obscurity of the other. - Z

alimosina, Wednesday, 7 October 2009 03:32 (nine years ago) Permalink

that's gotta be Woolf on Joyce and Eliot, innit?

dick made the cover, now count how many cheneys on it (bernard snowy), Thursday, 8 October 2009 14:08 (nine years ago) Permalink

None other!

alimosina, Thursday, 8 October 2009 15:22 (nine years ago) Permalink

one month passes...

X is our Y - Z

(Sorry, can't find longer version of quote. Will give hints later)

Welcome To The King Pleasure-dome (James Redd and the Blecchs), Monday, 23 November 2009 04:41 (nine years ago) Permalink

that could be lots of things though! everyone's always saying that. and everyone is always "our" chekhov. alice munro is our chekhov - cynthia ozick how come nobody is ever our gogol? apparently chekhov was a dime a dozen.

scott seward, Monday, 23 November 2009 05:23 (nine years ago) Permalink

I know I know. OK, two of them are sci-fi writers, one is male one is female. One has already been mentioned on this thread, one's name is pronounced same as somebody mentioned on thread.

Welcome To The King Pleasure-dome (James Redd and the Blecchs), Monday, 23 November 2009 05:27 (nine years ago) Permalink

And one is Great American Author.

Welcome To The King Pleasure-dome (James Redd and the Blecchs), Monday, 23 November 2009 05:31 (nine years ago) Permalink

Dick, Borges, LeGuin?

Øystein, Monday, 23 November 2009 08:10 (nine years ago) Permalink

Oh wait, I see that one upthread already. Drat.

Øystein, Monday, 23 November 2009 08:12 (nine years ago) Permalink

The last name is correct. I guess she has a tendency for this kind of thing. Second name is Great North American Author. Still cannot find longer version of the quote.

Welcome To The King Pleasure-dome (James Redd and the Blecchs), Monday, 23 November 2009 15:14 (nine years ago) Permalink

So it's Gene Wolfe is our... uh. Nabokov? Probably not. Gene Wolfe is our, hrm, can't be Melville or James, can it? Seems good names to go for if you wanna say something's major, though. Pynchon? Nah. But it's got to be someone who does unreliable narrators though, right? Hell, maybe the Wolfe is wrong too, but he seems the kinda guy someone would compare with a big name, AND his name's homophonous with Woolf. Oh well.

Øystein, Monday, 23 November 2009 15:38 (nine years ago) Permalink

Yes. You got it. Wolfe, Melville, LeGuin.

Welcome To The King Pleasure-dome (James Redd and the Blecchs), Monday, 23 November 2009 15:41 (nine years ago) Permalink

i guess i should read some gene wolfe. i still need to read some jack vance though after reading that big article on how amazing jack vance is in the new york times. i'm still schooling myself when it comes to the sci-fi elders.

scott seward, Tuesday, 24 November 2009 01:50 (nine years ago) Permalink

Øystein, kudos to you for persevering on this thankless task.

Welcome To The King Pleasure-dome (James Redd and the Blecchs), Tuesday, 24 November 2009 01:54 (nine years ago) Permalink

two years pass...

X is insanely plausible. He writes like the demented son of W or Y or maybe Z

Ian Hunter Is Learning the Game (James Redd and the Blecchs), Sunday, 27 May 2012 22:37 (six years ago) Permalink

too easily googleable but it looks like the book it refers to might be fun.

thomasintrouble, Monday, 28 May 2012 11:02 (six years ago) Permalink

eleven months pass...

That last one is becoming harder to google. X=Thomas Berger, W=Lewis Carroll, Y=Edward Lear, Z=Nabokov. Think the author of the quote was Evan S. Connell.

Oulipo Traces (on a Cigarette) (James Redd and the Blecchs), Monday, 27 May 2013 01:03 (five years ago) Permalink

Evan S. Connell, Jr.

Anyway

Cross A with W, stir in a good dose of Y, a pinch of Z, mix thoroughly, pour into a frosted glass, garnish with a peyote button, and you will more or less have X's B, a potation which otherwise defies description, categorization, or imitation. Only X would be crazy enough to mix one of these, and only X has the wit to make it go down smooth.

Oulipo Traces (on a Cigarette) (James Redd and the Blecchs), Monday, 27 May 2013 01:08 (five years ago) Permalink

Jesus Christ Scott read some Vance!!! He is the fucking bomb.

2 huxtables and a sousaphone (Jon Lewis), Monday, 27 May 2013 01:20 (five years ago) Permalink

And LeGuin never called him "Our Cervantes"

2 huxtables and a sousaphone (Jon Lewis), Monday, 27 May 2013 01:21 (five years ago) Permalink

Answer:
Cross Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman with Aristophanes, stir in a good dose of Ron Goulart, a pinch of Vonnegut, mix thoroughly, pour into a frosted glass, garnish with a peyote button, and you will more or less have Robert Sheckley's Dramocles, a potation which otherwise defies description, categorization, or imitation. Only Sheckley would be crazy enough to mix one of these, and only Sheckley has the wit to make it go down smooth.

-NORMAN SPINRAD

Oulipo Traces (on a Cigarette) (James Redd and the Blecchs), Monday, 27 May 2013 17:45 (five years ago) Permalink

Really this thread should have been called something like "Rescue yr favorite old school book-blurbs from oblivion by posting them here. Especially sci-fi but others welcome too."

Oulipo Traces (on a Cigarette) (James Redd and the Blecchs), Monday, 27 May 2013 17:47 (five years ago) Permalink

OK, here's a non-sci-fi one.

I once confessed to Z that I was allergic both to X and to his poetry. "I don't know what all the fuss is about," Z said. "He's just an American Y."

alimosina, Monday, 27 May 2013 22:47 (five years ago) Permalink

I dunno, but it is funny.

A,B,C, stand aside. D is now a better short story writer than you will ever be again during the rest of your lives. -E

Should have given the answer to this. The first three are Roth, Mailer, and Malamud, who are being unfavorably compared short story-wise to Harlan Ellison by Ray Bradbury.

Oulipo Traces (on a Cigarette) (James Redd and the Blecchs), Monday, 27 May 2013 23:30 (five years ago) Permalink

No I was off by one name. The original quote is "“Saul Bellow, Philip Roth, Norman Mailer, stand aside. Harlan Ellison is now a better short story writer than you will ever be again during the rest of your lives.”

Because, as we all know, these first three were famous for their short stories. /him_with_his_foot_in_his_mouth

Oulipo Traces (on a Cigarette) (James Redd and the Blecchs), Monday, 27 May 2013 23:35 (five years ago) Permalink

Also "than you will ever be again during the rest of your lives"- how can he know?

Oulipo Traces (on a Cigarette) (James Redd and the Blecchs), Monday, 27 May 2013 23:54 (five years ago) Permalink

three years pass...

OK, here's a non-sci-fi one.

/I once confessed to Z that I was allergic both to X and to his poetry. "I don't know what all the fuss is about," Z said. "He's just an American Y."/


Gave up and googled but only got this thread.

The Invention of Worrell (James Redd and the Blecchs), Sunday, 26 June 2016 16:59 (two years ago) Permalink

I once confessed to Philip Larkin that I was allergic both to Lowell and to his poetry. 'I don't know what all the fuss is about,' Philip said. 'He's just an American Heath-Stubbs.'

alimosina, Sunday, 26 June 2016 21:53 (two years ago) Permalink

And this was written by- Kingsley Amis?

The Invention of Worrell (James Redd and the Blecchs), Sunday, 26 June 2016 22:08 (two years ago) Permalink

Letter from X to Y:

I was enraged to see they gave the £40 to Z; still now you and Rosamond can join in blaming her. Who is she? What is this book? And so you can't buy your carpet.

The Invention of Worrell (James Redd and the Blecchs), Tuesday, 28 June 2016 01:16 (two years ago) Permalink

two weeks pass...

And this was written by- Kingsley Amis?

Charles Osborne of the British Arts Council.

alimosina, Sunday, 17 July 2016 21:37 (two years ago) Permalink

ten months pass...

A fine intellectual writer, X is here sharper and more substantial than Y. -Z

The Pickety 33⅓ Policeman (James Redd and the Blecchs), Saturday, 27 May 2017 16:14 (one year ago) Permalink

If the Y had been literary rather than thespic fantasists ... they would have been X." — Z

The Pickety 33⅓ Policeman (James Redd and the Blecchs), Saturday, 27 May 2017 16:20 (one year ago) Permalink

(Arrgh unpaired unneeded quotation mark)

The Pickety 33⅓ Policeman (James Redd and the Blecchs), Saturday, 27 May 2017 16:21 (one year ago) Permalink

X at his best is Y-and-soda. His fizzing nihilism expresses itself most pungently at short-story length. -Z

The Pickety 33⅓ Policeman (James Redd and the Blecchs), Saturday, 27 May 2017 16:45 (one year ago) Permalink

two weeks pass...
three weeks pass...

A fine intellectual writer, X is here sharper and more substantial than Y. -Z

Okay, this is Michael Moorcock, comparing Barrington Bayley to Borges in the grauniad.

Guidonian Handsworth Revolution (James Redd and the Blecchs), Thursday, 6 July 2017 11:11 (one year ago) Permalink

lol never change Michael

Οὖτις, Thursday, 6 July 2017 15:33 (one year ago) Permalink

eleven months pass...

RIP, Harlan Ellison

Uncle Redd in the Zingtime (James Redd and the Blecchs), Friday, 29 June 2018 00:45 (five months ago) Permalink

RIP™, surely

Mince Pramthwart (James Morrison), Friday, 29 June 2018 02:40 (five months ago) Permalink

Lol, yes

Uncle Redd in the Zingtime (James Redd and the Blecchs), Friday, 29 June 2018 21:38 (five months ago) Permalink


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