Bissell, Tom (b. 1974)

Everything about Everything [from The New York Times]

February 1, 2016

"Which is to say that a novel is perishable only by virtue of being stored in such a leaky cask: our heads."

Something happens to a novel as it ages, but what? It doesn't ripen or deepen in the manner of cheese and wine, and it doesn't fall apart, at least not figuratively. Fiction has no half-life. We age alongside the novels we've read, and only one of us is actively deteriorating. Which is to say that a novel is perishable only by virtue of being stored in such a leaky cask: our heads. With just a few years' passage, a novel can thus seem "dated" or "irrelevant" or (God help us) "problematic." When a novel survives this strange process, and gets reissued in a handsome 20th-anniversary edition, it's tempting to hold it up and say, "It withstood the test of time." Most would intend such a statement as praise, but is a 20-year-old novel successful merely because it seems cleverly predictive or contains scenarios that feel "relevant" to later audiences? If that were the mark of enduring fiction, Philip K. Dick would be the greatest novelist of all time.
(p. 16)

Container::Cask

Reading

Tom Bissell, "Everything about Everything," The New York Times Book Review (February 1, 2016). <Link to NYTimes.com>

02/10/2016