Winter 1968 • Vol. XXX No. 1 Department KR: A Section of Briefer CommentJanuary 1, 1968 |

Notes toward the Destitution of Culture

Absolute honesty is, I suppose, the great obligation which a pseudonym puts upon one who elects to use such a device. After all, to assume a fake name and then come on as a fake would be rococo extravagance. If I wanted to be a fake, I could do that under my other (and, I used to think, real) name. With astringent candor, then, I address myself first to the question of how I come to be doing a piece such as this for a magazine such as this. You don't see Irving Wallace, Harold Robbins or Jacqueline Susann writing for Kenyon Review--or PR, or Yale, either. Why should they? But here I am, author of what my publisher calls the "B. M." novel of the season (he means "Big Money"--I hope), fooling around for what is not, after all, the top dollar in the quality lit. biz. "How"-- certain perceptive analysts of the rhetoric of motives are likely to ask--"come?" There are several reasons, the principal one being that I was invited to do so. I used to appear in these pages, and that ma

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