It's not available online, but the latest NYRoB has a fantastic essay on the underrated writer Frederick Prokosch. I've praised Prokosch before on these pages and expressed sorrow that everything he's written is out of print, but it was nice to learn that The Asiatics is being reissued early next year. The Asiatics, if you haven't read it, serves as a gloomier-than-usual take on the American expatriate traveling through exotic land formula. The difference is that Prokosch's fantastic descriptions, to say nothing of his riffs on consciousness and identity, transform it into a kind of honed, yet primitive poetry that's sui generis.
Posted by DrMabuse at November 15, 2004 03:41 PMwow, Ed, it's sort of ravishing when you work in the sui generis. If you could just get jejune in the same sentence...
Posted by: CAAF at November 15, 2004 04:35 PMNice work.
Posted by: Dave at November 19, 2004 01:12 PM