I’ve been thinking about posting something in response to the recent New York Times survey regarding the best work of American fiction in the last 25 years, but now I don’t have to. Instead I can sum it up simply:

  • Very predictable top five… except Cormac McCarthy
  • Beloved doesn’t belong there at all
  • What she said

“She” is Meghan O’Rourke and in one of those strange confluences of ideas, authors, and reading she seems to be everywhere I look. Minutes ago she was on Charlie Rose discussing the NYT survey. I’ve been reading the ‘restored’ edition of Ariel and Meghan has written about Plath and her most famous work in general and the restored edition in particular. She’s argued in favor of difficult books (which I love) and maintained the importance of “small” works (see below)– she knows there’s no contradictions in literary love. And besides being poetry editor at The Paris Review, O’Rourke’s a fine poet in her own right.

Most relevant here, Meghan’s Slate piece on the NYT list and the question of “small” works revived my interest in what is otherwise yet another piece of arbitrary list making. The irony for me is that– were I to choose the best fiction of the last 25 years– I might well select David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest, which is the epitome of large, sprawling, allusive, meandering, ambitious, etc. But the closest competition would all be “small” works– multiple volumes of Carver’s short fiction, Denis Johnson, Tim O’Brien, maybe Sherman Alexie. I adore parts of what Gaddis, Pynchon, DeLillo, and their ilk do, and I admire their ambition. But I love every word of Carver and O’Brien…