The following passage is from a forthcoming novel:
A navigational beacon in ___’s black Levi’s, a long-dormant transmitter buried by a more advanced civilization, was sparking back to life. Where he ought to have felt guilt, he instead was getting hard. Oh, the clairvoyance of the dick: it could see the future in a heartbeat, leaving the brain to play catch-up and find the necessary route from occluded present to preordained outcome.
Can you name the author?
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I cannot name the author but I’m pretty sure “Oh, the clairvoyance of the dick” will be the title of my autobiography.
I think it’s between Bret Easton Ellis and Rick Moody. Black Levi’s? I pick Ellis.
That has to be either Franzen or Roth.
Zombie John Updike.
Reading The Corrections right now, and I’m thinking that’s Franzen.
I’m gonna go off the board:
Richard Powers
Richard Ford
Russell Banks (a previous nominee)
Martin Amis?