To me, if you call someone post-modern as a writer I have two competing notions of this — minimalism, which generally excepts the limitations of representation and instead looks at cross-sections, slices, intersections, and impasse in stories and human relationship and language. I think of the plays of Beckett or various Don Delillo novels. The other thing I think about with postmodernism is maximalism, an attempt to tell everything about a thing and then often failing as well because whether we attempt to shown them […]
It was conscious of luminous and infinite haze, as it were floating, godlike, alpha, omega, over a sea of vapor and looking down.
Mantissa by John Fowles
Death, Sleep and the Traveller by John Hawkes
Too Late by Stephen Dixon
Molloy by Samuel Beckett