John Updike, Champion Literary Phallocrat, Drops One; Is This Finally the End for Magnificent Narcissists?
“Of nothing but me … I sing, lacking another song.”
-John Updike, “Midpoint,” 1969
Mailer, Updike, Roth-the Great Male Narcissists* who’ve dominated postwar realist fiction are now in their senescence, and it must seem to them no coincidence that the prospect of their own deaths appears backlit by the approaching millennium and on-line predictions Read More
