I heard a snippet of an interview with Robert Goorlick on NPR while driving in the car. I heard a portion where Goorlick began to lament how contemporary literary fiction is too cerebral and then started to wax poetic about the physicality of his novel, Reliable Wife. You can listen to the audio by clicking here
His comment about physicality immediately put me on the defensive. He makes a fair enough point, I suppose. I …
