Even Richard Ford left him out of
The New Granta Book of the American Short Story. Unfair. The time is ripe for a Malamud revival, and
Joyce Carol Oates seems to agree: "Given the relative narrowness of Malamud’s subject matter, the more subdued range of his writerly voice, and an aesthetic puritanism temperamentally at odds with the flamboyant self-displays of Bellow (
Herzog, Humboldt’s Gift) and Roth (
Portnoy’s Complaint, etc), it seems inevitable, if unfortunate, that he should come to seem, in time, the least impressive of the four." (The fourth being Isaac Bashevis Singer.)
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