6/10/2023 0 Comments The Cows by Lydia Davis![]() ![]() ![]() Though a writers' writer to some, she is a readers' writer for us all. If we speak in our best grant-writing, contribution-making voice and say that her body of work represents a culmination of twentieth-century literary achievement, can that in any way account for the profound, uncanny experience whereby reading Lydia Davis becomes seeing like Lydia Davis? A second generation postmodernist of sorts, her American concision is explained via her European sensibility and an affinity to late modernists, though not Modernism proper. Translator of the greats, author of miniatures we're told often enough that her stories are short, yet the impression those stories leave is certainly not fleeting. ![]() Why? As a writer she is strikingly singular, but it is perhaps the plurality of genres and modalities she writes in that repels categories, movements, and, often, syllabi. Lydia Davis tends to slip from people's personal canons. The second part of this page is intended as a guide for readers to navigate our cluster. ![]()
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