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For Fiedler, American literature is the recurring story of men fleeing female-dominated, civilized society for the frontier. Of course it’s more complicated than that. The men usually flee in pairs. The pair is usually a white man and a man of color. There is a homoerotic undercurrent. Come back to the raft ag'in, Huck honey! Edgy when it came out in 1960, Fiedler’s exhaustive 600 page examination of American literature seems a bit dated now, although no less ambitious. In 1893, the historian Frederick Jackson Turner saw the American character as shaped by the existence of the frontier. Fiedler is the Turner of literary criticism. Like Turner, Fiedler posits – although less directly -- the existence of the frontier as the formative element of the American psyche. And like Turner for American history, Fiedler for American literature is an early proponent, if not actually the first proponent, of a comprehensive explanation of his field. But now the American frontier has closed -- we have gone from sea to shining sea —and as some of the energy once devoted to expansion turns inward to refine the republic, so does literature and literary criticism also turn inward. Hence the arid, rational, overly linguistic, essentially classical, navel gazing of deconstructionism and the more humanistic, irrational, emotional, essentially romantic, reassessment offered by queer theory. And on we go.

The stories in this anthology were very interesting, and fit well with the TV series, but I felt that some of the artwork was weak and felt almost unfinished, as if the artists had rushed to meet the publishing deadline. It wasn't bad, but could have been much better.

this really bummed me out. i was hoping for a juicy little glimpse into the cia. all i got was a book that read like a flier to entice potential employees to sign up. shitty.