About The Go-Go Dancer by Robert Coover

(You can go ahead and read The Go-Go Dancer by Robert Coover if you like)

            I cannot explain to you really how much I loved it. A lot. I loved it a lot. Every inch of it is evidence that good fiction does not need to be long at all, and that you do not need to explain away the existence of fairies or the nature of a magical world when the real story is about a man who is tricked by unnatural and unknowable mysteries into, if not learning, then living out the lesson that you can’t just have exactly what you want. Unless you are a fairy.

            I love that it’s all one paragraph, and it doesn’t so much flow as continue on, inevitably and inexorably in a sad, coal stained semi-circle. Each action leading neatly into the next and the next until it’s all over and you can’t help but feel satisfied, a little depressed, and very envious that you can’t write like that (yet). Uhg.