THE LOBOTOMIZED WRITER
THE MCSWEENEYS HAPPY FACE
I know I’m wasting my time with these posts—though venting keeps me from,
say, punching somebody out. I’ll move on to other topics soon enough. I know the
literary world is immovable. All my research and experience shows that it’s
thoroughly corrupt. Upside down and sideways. Through and through.
One thing for sure. Every criticism the ULA made of today’s established
literary world has been shown to be true, many times over.
Does anyone care if Eggers, Bissell and Company sell “The Big Lie” over and
over? Of course not! It’s not their place to care. Not
Hallberg-Bustillos-Lichtman’s place to care. Less to think about the way things
are done. They’re merely “writers.” Which means, not the stand-up fearless
figures of the past like Zola or Solzhenitsyn. Today, “writer” is a euphemism
for “bureaucrat,” “apparatchik,” or “tool.” Truth? What’s that? If there were
such thing as truth (they don’t believe there is), they wouldn’t want to
Character? Integrity? Backbone? Unknown concepts.
Literature—real literature—in the final analysis isn’t a product of smoothly
crafted sentences or certificates from everyone-think-alike workshops. It is,
instead, a function of heart, conscience, and soul. Of seeing the world as it
is, and with unflinching honesty, speaking about it. “Get along to go along”?
There’s no place for that for the real writer—but the real writer today is a
rare creature, hard to find among the hordes of see-no-evil go with the flow
conscienceless sociopaths who populate the established literary world.
Fortunately the world of publishing is changing. The insular corrupt tower of
arrogant mandarins is crumbling. Their day will soon enough be over.
(Be sure to buy the new ebook, "The McSweeneys Gang," by King Wenclas. Available at Nook or Kindle. Fictional satire-- but maybe not so fictional after all.)