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“In a series of short, sly, ironic essays…[the authors] invert, deflate, and dismantle most of the aesthetic fads of our time….Domecq is a seedy literary journalist….a pompous, brainless critic of every art in sight. He is hilariously awful and a great creation.” The Atlantic Monthly “The real target of [the authors’] often uproarious gibes is modernism–or the part of it that zealously pursues theories of ‘pure’ form into Cloud-Cuckoo-Land. The result, which Domecq never perceives, is invariably monstrous: novels and poems that cannot be read, art that cannot be seen, architecture–freed from ‘the demands of responsibility’–that cannot be used….With donnish humor and unfailing intelligence, *Chronicles of Bustos Domecq* thrusts a rapier into such gargantuan posturing.” Time