Posts Tagged ‘Times Literary Supplement’

It has always been the unique art of the critic, other than critiquing, to revive the forgotten. In a recent issue of the Times Literary Supplement we can see this in full effect. 

To pump the book with the magazine is stated below. This, though,is a special slab of the facade of the house of Fame. The victim this appearance is one Gerald Kersh. The fact that he pumped the pulps from his pen is especially noteworthy and probably the reason you should even bother with this, the review in the TLS, and his work.

The Link is here:


First we are told what he accomplished and so forth, and then how he was forgotten. Somewhere in the middle of all of this highbrow reclamation the critic will namedrop either admirers of, or who the lost author happened to esteem. Which is grand and brilliant and every thing you can apply to it. And yet, I feel cheated by all of this. I don’t need a retelling and reconstruction of the dead. A simple blurb will suffice. The practice is tantamount to re-spoking the wheel and frankly it is old hash. The amount of labor spent on things like this is better left to sorting through the new dreck being published and telling us what to attend to.


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Where a review is held up to the light for translucence, opacity, or transparency..

The death of Elmore Leonard had the Times Literary Supplement combing their archives for any evidence of his existence.  They came up with a slight compendium of allusive articles to Mr. Leonard.

Here is the listing with compulsory hyperlinks:



Here is the review proper:


Besides a gush of worship for Raymond Chandler in the first half of the review, the critic sort of skims over the catalogue of works the TLS had ignored for the prior x years of his career. The reviewer makes it clear that Chandler was in Candyland and that Leonard resides in the slums of Atlantic City-esque holes. Apart from that I was never really impelled toward a Leonard work and this mishmash of a review doesn’t compel one to the task either.



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Poetry, the one that subscribes to self, can be the most personal of outlets for the vain and conscientious alike. And yet the reviewer of this Times Lit. Supplement tends to forget that in this review: http://www.the-tls.co.uk/tls/public/article1171553.ece

SO what shall we do in the case of this egregious error? My first recommendation would be to remedy with a strong draught of the Source.. Keats, himself and alone. For if we unburden ourselves of the historical imagination and simply allow things to be led by what is left then we can see what life truly is.

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