"..can we see any inkling of a presumptive heir to Bellow or Updike orNabokov, or to so many others of the previous generation (the list would be long and impressive) who have left a formative mark on American experience?
The inevitable question now is: don't we writers want to be remembered for our work? Is it only about the present? Is it only about cash and short-lived fame? Is it the prevalent writerly attitude now?