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September 08, 2009

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PJ

A lovely tribute. One question:

"the 'postmodern' in fiction is essentially an American phenomenon"

Really?

Daniel Green

Really. American writers of the 1960s: Barth, Coover, Barthelme, Pynchon.

Nigel Beale

Thanks for bringing him to my attention Dan.

BDR

Frederick Seidel dedicates a poem to Poirier in latest NYRB. Sub rqrd, though.

mitch Hampton

Richard Poirier was my favorite critic because he put style at the center.

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