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<rss version="2.0"><channel><title>newcritics - Latest Comments in Diaries: Wicked Comments and Hedonistic Quests</title><link>http://newcritics.disqus.com/</link><description>the best in web criticism</description><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 14:22:56 -0000</lastBuildDate><item><title>Re: Diaries: Wicked Comments and Hedonistic Quests</title><link>http://newcritics.com/blog1/2007/05/29/diaries/#comment-6437566</link><description>wonderful book.  Bennett has described it very nicely  in this diary a life with unwavering honesty of a dying man.  every character is so real.  I love this book.  great work bennett as usual.</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">cheap_textbooks</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 14:22:56 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Diaries: Wicked Comments and Hedonistic Quests</title><link>http://newcritics.com/blog1/2007/05/29/diaries/#comment-1375141</link><description>There's a whole category of writers whose diaries or letters are as good or better than their "official" stuff. I think I first thought about this when I picked up William Burroughs's "Collected Letters". I remember thinking, "This shit is fucking great! Too bad so much of his published fiction is so impossible to read." Another one is Bukowski; I love his poems and fiction, but his letters are just as brilliant. One more: Kingsley Amis. I've been a fan of his ever since I accidentally discovered "One Fat Englishman" in the library when I was about 14.  He never wrote or even tried to write a "great" novel; I think the whole concept of the "great" novel kind of annoyed him, and he probably also knew his limits; but, his "Collected Letters", all 11,000 pages of it, are -- to me -- like a great novel.</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Dan Leo</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2007 00:13:35 -0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>