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It's too early in the morning for me to have gone to all of the links, but I will. I am always delighted to meet another Portis fan. Ron Rosenbaum wrote about Portis that he was "America's great, unknown writer." I'm in some literature groups on Defacebook, and have tried in vain to interest them in Portis. Maybe this article will do it.

I'm appalled and ashamed to admit that I've read all of Portis except True Grit. I've had a copy of True Grit since 2010, but any bibliophile knows that he probably won't get to half the books he owns. He wants them anyway, because seriously, he sees them as armor, protection against a horrifying world.

When Jackie Kennedy died, John, Jr. read a brief, perfect statement to the media. This is a paraphrase, but he said that she had died surrounded by the people she loved and by her books. I've looked at the first page of True Grit, and can understand why critics have called it "pitch perfect." I should start it tonight.

I read Gringoes just four or five months ago, and enjoyed it, but do think it's a slight falling off from the glories of Norwood, The Dog of the South, and Masters of Atlantis. Masters of Atlantis is very funny, but drily so. To me, its glory is in its unfailing imaginativeness more than in its humor. As Nora Ephron said of Portis, "Charlie thinks of things no one else would ever think of."

Between Norwood and The Dog of the South, I think The Dog of the South is probably funnier, the high point being that magnificent linguistic switcheroo Portis does in the conversation between Midge and Norma as they drive back to Little Rock, but a segment which made me laugh harder is the conversation between the sisters, in which one describes a vision of Dr Symes' being hit by an 18 wheeler, and "rolling and rolling and rolling."

Norwood had more surprises, though, such as the scene in which the young New York guy invites Norwood back to his apartment. Almost any reader would be thinking at that point that Norwood is going to have to deal with a homosexual pass, and it isn't that, at all.

I wonder if Portis had read Flann O'Brien's weird extravaganza, The Third Policeman? In his article about Portis, Rosenbaum notes the penchant which Portis characters have for esoteric knowledge. I'm ashamed to say I can't remember the name of the writer Symes is a devotee of. He claims that the writer, whose topic, if I remember correctly, is successful salesmanship, puts "Shakespeare in the sh*thouse," or something close to that.

The unnamed narrator in The Third Policeman is in thralldom to a sage named de Selby, and cites deSelby's works frequently, complete with footnotes. As funny as Portis is, I must admit that the single hardest laugh I've ever had was in relation to one of the deSelby footnotes. I laughed so hard, I peed a little.

Still, if I had to pick the funniest novel I've ever read, The Dog of the South would win. It's a shame about the title, though. When I do mention it on Defacebook, I note carefully that the novel is not about a canine of a dog and that it isn't about the South. Has there ever been a more suitable name for a character than Ray Midge?

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Thaddeus Wert's avatar

The Portis collection was my favorite read of 2023. I just finished a novel that is very much in the same vein: William Faulkner's Mosquitoes. It is laugh out loud funny in places.

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