I just finished re-reading Alice Randall's Pushkin and the Queen of Spades, and I'm struggling through her latest novel, Rebel Yell. In an earlier post I celebrated Randall as one of the most important American writers alive today (having only read one of her books) and I still believe she's an important writer because of the unusual and significant subjects she tackles and the interesting manner in which she handles them (her lively wit and lyrical style engage me enough to keep going with her, through novels that are repetitive and unfocused in places, and have not much of a sense of structure). But I think this says something negative about the quality of fiction writing today, rather than something dramatically positive about Randall.
We don't have anyone on the level of a Steinbeck or Hemingway or Baldwin among our contemporary writers, in my view...and I don't place Randall in that category, either.
I say that, knowing that my reading of contemporary fiction has not been exhaustive. So I say that hoping to be proven wrong in the near future.
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