Treglown Is Hopeless

Further proof that Treglown is an idiot (sorry, dear non-Hispanists readers, I need to get this out of my system) is that when naming “the most stylistically interesting” Spanish writers of the 1960-1980, he mentions Juan Benet and Miguel Delibes. Juan Goytisolo is mentioned ONCE in the entire book and only as somebody who praised Aub.

Of course, literary tastes are highly subjective but if you are talking of stylistically interesting writers and pretend that Goytisolo doesn’t exist, you shouldn’t be talking about literature.

Well, Treglown sees no difference between T S Eliot and Peman, a fascist Franco-lover and ass-kisser, so what can we expect?

By the way, who are these fans of Treglown who are down voting my posts about him?

3 thoughts on “Treglown Is Hopeless

  1. This is really an argument about the Sultans of Cool.

    One day, a young adept becomes ready to be tested by the Sultans as his final step toward becoming one of them. He is asked by the Sultans to point out among a set of objects what is “cool”, and of course he does. They are satisfied with the answers, and they move on to other questions about other things.

    The Sultans then ask the final question for the exam …

    “What makes all of these things cool?”

    The young adept, without missing a beat, says:

    “Because I say they are.”

    The Sultans, having been satisfied that the young adept understood the principles of the Sultans of Cool, welcomed their new member into their ranks.

    I mention this for a specific purpose: you say in essence this writer applies gloss to subjects in which he wishes to be recognised as a Sultan of Cool. Why would it surprise you that such a thing would be divisive, that this is an authoritarian streak hiding itself behind a veneer of coolness? Why wouldn’t more than just a few people wind up being gulled by it?

    Admittedly, when I run into a critic who wishes to be a Sultan of Cool, the first thing I have to do is to present my credentials: I am a Sultan of the Very Uncool, and as such, I believe everything that such a critic says is a lie because he’s trying to be cool. I like my truths to be unpretty, slightly porcine, and often rather rancid because I am frequently shown beautiful lies made of pasteboard, perfume, and promises.

    Also, I was going to mention in your other posting about this … critic … that similar logic would make Hitler a decent bloke because he pushed forward the Autobahn. Also, along this same line of non-reasoning, Franco was a decent bloke because he pushed forward the Olympics (or at least one Juan Antonio Samaranch) and David Koresh was a decent bloke because he created a really big family.

    Not that the last one was all that nice, mind you …

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