Sometimes reading postmodern literature is like reading those texts where people just type the first words their iPhone suggests… For instance, compare the authorship of:
1) My iPhone and that of a friend:
2) A revered postmodern author:
Oddly similar…yet only one is deemed worthy of annotations!
Disclaimer: I honestly do have appreciation for postmodern artistry and understand the point this particular is communicating; I simply find the lack of structure discomforting at times. Go ahead and call me old-fashioned if you wish. 😉
A Bookish Charm 