I've never read any David Markson. But when I read he died early last week, I recalled that I had an unread book of his somewhere in my bookshelves. I searched for it and found it, discovering to my surprise that it was a signed copy (those who know me know I separately shelve signed books; I'd missed this one somewhere). My American experimental Po-Mo has not strayed far beyond Barthelme and Foster Wallace, but of course I'm going to read this book, and his much-hailed masterpiece Wittgenstein's Mistress.My impression so far has been, thank goodness someone can do this well for the rest of us who might have really sucked at it.
By the way, from what I've read so far, I'll take Ben Marcus over Jonathan Safran Foer any day, on this point.
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