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A literary delight--a reading feast; a Gassian celebration--the best of the best: more than fifty selections chosen by Gass himself from his essays, criticism, commentary, short stories, and novels.
It begins with his essays, in which Gass looks back at varying points in his writing life at those writers (from Plato, Hobbes, and James, to Joyce, Beckett, Stein, and Gaddis) whose work he found inspiring . . . and at those whose work he explores and embraces (Laurence SternesTristram Shandy;Ford Madox FordsParades End;Thomas MannsThe Magic Mountain;StendhalsThe Red and the Black). He writes (fromA Temple of Texts) on the nature and value of writing (The true alchemists do not change lead into gold; they change the world into words).
Here is a rich experience of Gasss short fiction: fromEyes, his masterfully crafted novella, In Camera, about collecting, hording; about suspicions run amok . . . fromCartesian Sonata. . . andIn the Heart of the Heart of the Country(1968), a mythical reimagining of Americas heartland.
And from his nimble, daredevil novels:Middle C(2013), the chronicle of an Austrian-born man who, as a child with his mother, relocates to Americas Midwest (Woodbine, Ohio), grows up a low-skilled amateur piano player to become a music professor at a small Bible college; his only hobby a fantasy life as the curator of his Inhumanity Museum . . . and fromThe Tunnel(The most beautiful, most complex, most disturbing novel to be published in my lifetime --Michael Silverblatt,Los Angeles Times).

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ALSO BY WILLIAM H GASS Fiction Eyes Middle C Cartesian Sonata The - photo 1

ALSO BY WILLIAM H. GASS

Fiction

Eyes

Middle C

Cartesian Sonata

The Tunnel

Willie Masters Lonesome Wife

In the Heart of the Heart of the Country

Omensetters Luck

Nonfiction

Life Sentences

A Temple of Texts

Conversations with William H. Gass

Tests of Time

Reading Rilke

Finding a Form

On Being Blue

Habitations of the Word

The World Within the Word

Fiction and the Figures of Life

THIS IS A BORZOI BOOK PUBLISHED BY ALFRED A KNOPF Copyright 2018 by William - photo 2

THIS IS A BORZOI BOOK

PUBLISHED BY ALFRED A. KNOPF

Copyright 2018 by William H. Gass

All rights reserved.

Published in the United States by Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York, and in Canada by Random House of Canada, a division of Penguin Random House Canada Limited, Toronto.

www.aaknopf.com

Knopf, Borzoi Books, and the colophon are registered trademarks of Penguin Random House LLC.

Owing to limitations of space, acknowledgments for permission to reprint previously published material can be found following the text.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Names: Gass, William H., 19242017 author. | Gass, William H., 19242017 Tunnel. | Gass, William H., 19242017 Middle C.

Title: The William H. Gass reader.

Other titles: Tunnel. | Middle C.

Description: New York : Alfred A. Knopf, 2018. | This is a Borzoi Book.

Identifiers: LCCN 2017027717 | ISBN 9781101874745 (hardcover) | ISBN 9781101874752 (ebook)

Classification: LCC PS 3557. A 845 A 6 2018 | DDC 813/.54dc23

LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2017027717

Ebook ISBN9781101874752

Cover photograph by John Clark

Cover design by Gabriele Wilson

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Put my eyes out: I can still see;

slam my ears shut: I can still hear,

walk without feet to where you were,

and tongueless, speak you into being.

Snap off my arms: Ill hold you hard

in my hearts longing like a fist;

halt that, my brain will do its beating,

and if you set this mind of mine aflame,

then on my blood Ill carry you away.

R AINER M ARIA R ILKE , from the Book of Pilgrimage, which is Book II of The Book of Hours, Westerwede, Sept. 1821, 1901 Translation by William H. Gass

C ONTENTS

A CKNOWLEDGMENTS

Professor John Upsworth has done a task for me I would never undertake: he attaches an address to every piece of The Tunnel, so they appear in the order of their first publication. There were plenty. Some fragments simply repeat themselves, while others are rewritten to appear elsewhere amid alternations. These periodicals desire independence, and can be so read. They also enabled me to feel like a writer during the nearly thirty years of The Tunnel, and pertains to as well, Cartesian Sonata, Middle C, and, recently, Eyes. I also thank Conjunctions, Harpers, The New York Review of Books, Salmagundi, Partisan Review, TriQuarterly, Esquire, Kenyon Review, Delta, The George Review, Antaeus, The Review of Contemporary Fiction, and many others.

Some readers have helped by giving me space, subject, idea, love: my wife, daughter Catherine; literary agent Lynn Nesbit, editor Victoria Wilson.

INTRODUCTION
R ETROSPECTION

Dont look back, Satchel Paige is supposed to have said; someone may be gaining on you. Dont look back, Orpheus was advised; you may find your earlier poems better than the ones you will write tomorrow. Lots wife looked back at Sodom and was so shaken by the sight of the Red Sea swallowing the city she became salt. Look back only if the mess you have made of your life leaves you eager to reach a future that will offer a fairer prospect. Otherwise cover your eyes before blame blinds them the way Oedipuss pin put out his. However, Paul Valry warns us that no one can deliberately walk away from any object without casting a backward glance to make sure he is walking away from it.

For anyone who has reached eighty-seven years, as I have, only the past is likely to have much duration; greed and regret will have eaten the present, which is at best a sliver of cake too small for its plate, while the future fears it may cease before having been. I hear it running to get here, its labored breathing like an old maneighty-sevenon the stairs. Lust and rage, Yeats rightly said, attend ones old age.

So it is in a spirit of disobedience that I look back at what I may have done rather than toward all that remains to be encountered, coped with, perhaps yet accomplished. I say may have done because what one has really done is never clear and certainly never comforting. Rarely does one say, I may have married her but only time will tell.

Your station in the literary world, whatever that might be, does not matter much if youve spent your life chasing words with Nabokovs net. Thats still where the results of your life went, into the killing jar, sentenced to a verbal smother, pinned in place, a display thats initially a cause of mild indifference, and then evermore ignored.

Looking back I find it less painful to concentrate on the kind of thing that concerned me, rather than on the messes I made or on the few fragile triumphs I may have enjoyed. Looking back I find I fit the epitaph Howard Nemerov once wrote for himself in Gnomes and Occasions (1973).

Of the Great World he knew not much,

But his Muse let little in language escape her.

Friends sigh and say of him, poor wretch,

He was a good writer, on paper.

It turns out that these preoccupations, these bad habits, these quirks number at least seven, though I am sure I am ignoring the ones that really matter. They are: naming, metaphoring, jingling, preaching, theorizing, celebrating, translating.

First: naming.

Critics still write of me as if my interest in words was an aberration. Yet Adams task has always seemed to me to be, for a writer, the central one: to name, and in that way to know. It wasnt true for Adam, for whom all names were fresher than the daisy, but it is true for us now: a name no longer merely points something out and distinguishes it in that manner from the rest of the world; every name stands for all that has been thought, felt, said, perceived, and imagined about its referent, and represents all that has been discovered during explorations of its indigenous concepts during two thousand years. And since we humans have the deplorable yet entrancing habit of naming things that do not exist, the realm of names is larger than the realm of things as much as the population of China exceeds that of New York State. This passage about naming trees comes from my first novel, Omensetters Luck (New York: New American Library, 1966), and concerns my unfortunate character Henry Pimber, who will end up hanging himself from one of the branches of the trees he sings about.

The path took Henry Pimber past the slag across the meadow creek, where his only hornbeam hardened slowly in the southern shadow of the ridge and the trees of the separating wood began in rows as the lean road in his dream began, narrowing to nothing in the blank horizon, for train rails narrow behind anybodys journey; and he named them as he passed them: elm, oak, hazel, larch, and chestnut tree, as though he might have been the fallen Adam passing them and calling out their soft familiar names, as though familiar names might make some friends for him by being spoken to the unfamiliar and unfriendly world which he was told had been his paradise. In Gods name, when was that? When had that been? For he had hated every day hed lived. Ash, birch, maple. Every day he thought would last forever, and the night forever, and the dawn drag eternally another long and empty day to light forever; yet they sped away, the day, the night clicked past as he walked by the creek by the hornbeam tree, the elders, sorrels, cedars, and the fir; for as he named them, sounding their soft names in his lonely skull, the fire of fall was on them, and he named the days hed lost. It was still sorrowful to die. Eternity, for them, had ended. And he would fall, when it came his time, like an unseen leaf, the bud that was the glory of his birth forgot before remembered. He named the aspen, beech, and willow, and he said aloud the locust when he saw it leafless like a battlefield. In Gods name, when was that? When had that been?

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