Everywhere one goes these days, people are talking about John Updike. Death, it seems, concentrates the mind. Updike died more than 2 years ago, but he is the talk of the town. His name crops up at book launches and at literary events around London, usually accompanied by words like ‘genius’ or ‘under-appreciated’.
That last word is strange. You might imagine that Updike sold novels in bulk, bought by the Main Street masses of whom he wrote. But Updike sold quite modestly in his lifetime — Couples was a major commercial success, earning him a place on the cover of Time in April 1968, but beyond that he struggled to crack the top 50 in America.
This led Tom Wolfe to characterise Updike’s criticism of his bestselling novels as envy. Wolfe responded to Updike’s view that A Man in Full was ‘entertainment not literature’ by remarking that Updike was ‘a pile of bones’ who couldn’t take a bestselling book seriously.
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