It hardly needs saying by me, but Zadie Smith’s article from the last New York Review of Books is extremely good. Hopefully over winter break I’ll have a chance to read Remainder, but for right now it’s a pleasure to linger over Smith’s eloquent recapitulation of the 100-year deadlocked arm-wrestling match between Realism and whatever all isn’t Realism in the novel. I tend to think that Realism will never go away as long as we have such things as novels, and that’s a good thing for those writing in other veins.

Something Smith has in her piece reminded me that I started writing something about Synecdoche, New York a while back and forgot to finish it. So look for that soon.