The collection conveys all the pleasures and accompanying frustrations of the Gass experience, a fitting memorial for a writer and theorist truly in the American grain ... Naturally, one can quibble with the selections for this omnibus. Gass was clearly proud of his essays on theory, but some of these, replete with charts and diagrams, are impenetrably wonkish. I would have plumped for an excerpt of 'On Being Blue' (1975), a 'philosophical inquiry' into the connotations of a color written with the searching, digressive quality of an extended jazz riff. And it’s a pity to ignore the bawdy, singular novella Willie Masters’ Lonesome Wife (1968), an experiment in the visual effect of words on the page. The book is a banquet, nonetheless, and for all of Gass’s poses of curmudgeonliness and the darkness of his fixations, it’s a surprisingly joyous one. The central drama of Gass’s writing was his passionate struggle to release the beauty bound within words.
Known as a writer’s writer, the late William H. Gass ...was the author of challenging, sometimes experimental fiction and eloquent, erudite literary essays composed in mellifluous, poetic prose that reads well out loud ... According to Gass a total aesthete reduces everything to style; the centrality of moral and ethical issues in his writing proves that Gass is not merely an aesthete. Whether or not they agree with him his readers will never be cognitively malnourished, and his poetic prose is a joy to read even when its vision is pessimistic.
On its face, then, the Reader is both a tribute to the long and varied career of William H. Gass, critic, philosophy professor, and writer of stories—a tribute that prematurely became a memorial—and a portrait the artist wishes to present to posterity ... On the other hand, because of a few significant omissions, and because of the way Gass’s other works have been cannibalized to produce this text, it reminds me of a kind of zoo or asylum: the work as a whole is meant for some high-minded study, but the inhabitants are nevertheless forlornly caged or rubber-roomed and kind of crazy ... Like any longstanding reader of Gass, I have my favorites, and so my quibbles about what failed to make the final cut should be taken for just that, and although there is much that I would add, there is little I’d subtract ... The way this book is constructed, with the more personal essays serving as an introduction to selections of Gass’s fiction, followed by a far more substantial offering of theory and criticism, seems to suggest an upside-down hierarchy of importance, where the great work he spent a lifetime on is offered up as mere context for the nonfiction, rather than the other way around. This is why the book must be considered a failure if it is meant to be a survey of his work ... But on the other hand, if the reader of the Reader actually makes it through, and manages to read much of what it contains, then they will be prepared to negotiate the rocks upon which many a critic has foundered...
As writer-philosopher, Gass writes criticism that is sometimes fanciful and avant-garde. Here are essays about the writer as artist — poets Paul Valéry, Ezra Pound, William Butler Yeats, and about Rilke’s take on Rodin. Gass writes about literary theory, and, of course philosophy, but also theme and character in fiction ... His heavier stuff is offset by lighthearted essays ... It’s easy to suggest what other work might have been included in this collection, but its bulk and variety is enough to nudge the reader to read his novels and collections in their entirety. The Reader is a monument to Gass’ brilliance as a postmodern fictioneer and a peerless genius of a critic.
In all the heave of the William H. Gass Reader (944 pages, to be exact), one thing remains constant: Gass relieves the world by tending it back into words and by redirecting knowledge back into language ... Across the writer’s oeuvre, Gass does not stop at discovering and unpacking the rarity of sustained awareness—he specializes in articulating the acuities of it ... Throughout The William H. Gass Reader, even though Gass seems to be after so much at once, he has ordered his own awareness so that he can always get back to the text, argue himself into it, and tussle with his lines until they waltz unique. His work is thus starkly realistic even when it pretends not to be, vividly heartfelt even when its ideas seem rooted to the mind only ... The William H. Gass Reader is a calculated bulk of alertness, a hulking recognition of the world, and what a season for it to reach us, in the crackle of a burly November.
This massive selection of writings by the late Gass...is a fitting grand finale to an impressive and influential career ... Literature is finally catching up with him, and this compendious, literary extravaganza should spark a Gass revival. A great deal of this material is perplexing, demanding, and obscure, but the author’s beautiful writing is always well worth a visit.