My “Dick and Jane: A Love Story” is going to be workshopped in my Fiction Writing class tomorrow. The professor makes no bones about his literary preferences, leaning towards the literary minimalism of Ernest Hemingway, Raymond Carver, and Tobias Wolff. My being generally rejects this kind of writing, preferring rather the wandering postmodernist investigations of genre and form. Thomas Pynchon, for instance, one of my favorite authors, has been deemed a maximalist by many. The ol’ Prof hates postmodernism. He says it’s “anti-art,” which makes me giggle. We’ll see how he responds to my deconstruction of the love story.