An idiosyncratic yet interesting essay by Deron Bauman in Elimae seems to suggest that Cormac McCarthy and Don DeLillo’s recent epics (Cities of the Plain & Underworld respectively) are so bloated and sylistically tired that they call their earlier, better work into question.

At least I think that’s what Bauman is arguing. My chops for reading literary criticism have distinctly atrophied, it’s late at night and I’m in a mild state of self-induced delirium. And I might be projecting… because that was more or less my opinion of those books.