Comments on: Exile in Novel-ville http://www.vqronline.org/blog/2008/04/09/liz-phair/ A National Blog of Literature & Discussion Sat, 20 Mar 2010 02:12:02 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: The Blog of Wistar Watts Murray » I actually wasn’t named after the shoot-em-up neighborhood in L.A. http://www.vqronline.org/blog/2008/04/09/liz-phair/#comment-2338 The Blog of Wistar Watts Murray » I actually wasn’t named after the shoot-em-up neighborhood in L.A. Fri, 18 Apr 2008 18:54:47 +0000 http://www.vqronline.org/blog/?p=240#comment-2338 [...] take it to the streets. But around these parts I am limited to blogging my vengeance on the Virginia Quarterly Review website. My lifestyle is basically Boyz in the Hood, but with hyperlinks and pretentious diction [...] [...] take it to the streets. But around these parts I am limited to blogging my vengeance on the Virginia Quarterly Review website. My lifestyle is basically Boyz in the Hood, but with hyperlinks and pretentious diction [...]

]]> By: Drew Johnson http://www.vqronline.org/blog/2008/04/09/liz-phair/#comment-2327 Drew Johnson Wed, 09 Apr 2008 22:56:47 +0000 http://www.vqronline.org/blog/?p=240#comment-2327 I admired that Linda Grant essay as well--thought it was one of the most cogent bits so far defending the notion that you are supposed to make things up--that novels shouldn't be just the lightly massaged witness of our contemporaries. Perhaps we should all be forced to sit down and read Rudyard Kipling's Kim...with Edward W. Said's introduction. There was a time when the words Liz Phair just were enough...all by themselves. You could just say them aloud, like a charm, and everything would be okay. I admired that Linda Grant essay as well–thought it was one of the most cogent bits so far defending the notion that you are supposed to make things up–that novels shouldn’t be just the lightly massaged witness of our contemporaries.

Perhaps we should all be forced to sit down and read Rudyard Kipling’s Kim…with Edward W. Said’s introduction.

There was a time when the words Liz Phair just were enough…all by themselves. You could just say them aloud, like a charm, and everything would be okay.

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