And just as Homer and Virgil and other poets are the only means for recording places and spirits thereof and hearts and souls and histories and peoples for posterity and memory, otherwise they’d cease to exist, I, too, I hope, am similarly ‘the poet of the book review’ and of the Platonic Form of Book as gestalt, in such a mode of priceless preservation of things that would otherwise vanish into the lost time of ungraspable distances without my real-time reviewing them… Seriously, I thus hope I am.
Above is from my ongoing review of THE SOT-WEED FACTOR by John Barth: https://etepsed.wordpress.com/the-sot-weed-factor/
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