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Was Joseph Heller the last of a breed? Walter Kirn adds his voice to the flurry of 'Catch-22' articles

WHY THERE ARE NO MORE JOSEPH HELLERS: They seem to be everywhere: articles on Joseph Heller and Catch-22, that is. Now Walter Kirn is giving his two cents. He seems to be a fan:
It was a peculiar sort of fame for a mocker of privileged complacency, not cultish at all but handsome and expansive, a catered affair with top-shelf liquor. Heller, unlike the Pynchons and the Vonneguts with whom he was often grouped artistically, wrote best-sellers, drew record-setting advances, and hauled in paperback royalties galore, all at a time when America's reading public didn't need Oprah to steer them toward serious literature. The notion that art must keep its distance from commerce simply didn't compute for Heller. His big-shot literary lineage went back to James Jones and other such titans of wallet-fattening, shipped out by the vanload, see-what-your-whole-office-is-talking-about prose. Heller belonged to all of society, not just to the refined minority. To consider oneself half-civilized, one had either to read him or pretend to.
Kirn seems to feel that Heller was one of a dying breed, perhaps even the last of his kind. Although I'd be lying if I said I'm not sceptical of this, it must be said that his critiques of authors like Roth and Franzen ought to be highlighted. I'm inclined to disagree on Wallace, though; he was a genius – not one of Heller's type, but in a class and style of his own.
As I said, not a type we have with us, quite, anymore. Philip Roth, you say? Too inward, too high-strung, too trapped in the gravity field of his obsession. Jonathan Franzen? His exhaustive, itemized emotional inventories of comfy but unfulfilled Midwestern types and his virtue-fueled indictments of baddies such as corporate polluters are controlled releases of steam, not savage, concerted do-or-die assaults. And David Foster Wallace's lampoons, though verbally lavish, tended to end up as tight, self-conscious spirals. They're engrossing but seldom explosive.
I noted earlier that there has been a slew of articles in high-brow magazines as of late on Heller, mostly to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of his magnum opus. See here and here for two of those articles.