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Ehhhh ... these novellas remind me of journal articles on deconstruction written in the 1980s, just this sort of "vintage" postmodernism that is incredibly dated and tedious, as if authorial intrusions into the narrative and obsessive playfulness with language were actually still interesting or fresh. To be fair, the ideas were reasonably new when Gass wrote these novellas, but it's hard to feel too invested at this point ...