Jerome Weeks complains about Pynchon and writes (even though he admits that he hasn’t read the entirety of Mason & Dixon), “His best work remains The Crying of Lot 49. There’s something to be said for succinctness.”
I couldn’t agree more (on the succint part, that is). Which makes me wonder why Weeks didn’t just type “I hate Pynchon” and hit the Publish button.
Jack Green’s manifesto holds true in the 21st century.