>McCarthy reveals that he is not a fan of authors who do not "deal with issues of life and death," citing Henry James and Marcel Proust as examples. "I don't understand them," he said. "To me, that's not literature. A lot of writers who are considered good I consider strange."
He's right you know.
Proust very much writes about issues of life and death. What the fuck do you think À la recherche du temps perdu is about? Some decadent trouncing around France for 3.000 pages? In terms of wit and knowledge, wisdom and style, Proust and James blow the fucking pants off that autist Hemingway wannabe.