I'm with Rick Brookhiser more than Roger Kimball. From what I've read of him, Mailer seems to belong - despite their wildly divergent styles and personae - to the same class of writers as Tom Wolfe: Immensely talented and creative wordsmiths who wasted far too much time (Wolfe, late in his career; Mailer, throughout) trying to be Great American Novelists, a task neither was really up to, instead of conducting the experiments in essays and narrative nonfiction that both will be remembered for.
However, I haven't made my way through Harlot's Ghost, which many people whose literary judgment I trust (including Christopher Hitchens) have suggested is the place where Mailer came closet to achieve his GAN ambition, and I should probably reserve judgment until I've blocked out a few weeks to read it.





I think one thing Mailer's death has demonstrated is the inadequacy (idiocy!) of the "Great Author" model of literary criticism. Who cares if someone is one of the trademarked great novelists? It's such a myopic, blinkered way of analyzing literature. Beginning a contemplation of a writer with a consideration of whether they reach some ill-defined and subjective place of greatness is just dull. There's so many more interesting things to talk about.
Posted by Freddie | November 12, 2007 12:34 PM