WARE AND THE FRAUDS

The Newyork Press publica un precioso artículo acerca de la muerte de la novela, la importancia de la sátira y, resumiento, lo mucho que mola Chris Ware.

As a stylistic device, Ware’s maniacally detailed parodies of the detritus of commercial culture are the rough equivalent of the showy passages in which David Foster Wallace or Jonathan Franzen write in the language of pharmaceutical or advertising bureaucracies, but they and their imitators fail to distinguish between deadening language and the way it deadens the people who use it, mistaking meaning for purpose. They also fail to mark that in satirizing this language, they deaden their readers, who are, even if they are being subjected to clever simulacra of mindless language, being subjected to it nonetheless.

Si, ya sé que está en inglés.