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Original Title:	Giles Goat-Boy
ISBN:	0385240864 (ISBN13: 9780385240864)
Edition Language:	English

Giles Goat-Boy

John Barth

Paperback | Pages: 750 pages

Rating: 3.75 | 1955 Users | 143 Reviews

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Title	:	Giles Goat-Boy
Author	:	John Barth
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	First Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 750 pages
Published	:	August 18th 1987 by Anchor (first published 1966)
Categories	:	Fiction. Literature

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MJ Nicholls inquires: "I have been tempted to read this for some time, but Nate's review put me off. What do you make of his thoughts?: http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/..." The first part. I am an not an impartial commentator on John Barth's work. I owe my entire seven year postmodern reading binge to him, all of which began with The Sot-Weed Factor. By way of his essays Barth introduced me to his generation of postmodern fictionists: Gass, Gaddis, both Barthlemes, Coover, et al, all of that generation with which David Foster Wallace was so exercised, what with all of the metafictional games and the profusion of irony and erasure of trust in an author. DFW's "Westward the Course of Empire Takes Its Way" was written in the margins of Barth's story "Lost in the Funhouse." (Barth: "For whom is the funhouse fun?" DFW: "For whom is the funhouse a *house*!?!") DFW's anxiety of influence never succeeded in overcoming his literary forbears even if he did exhaust the anxiety of trusting in an author once again. Barth's books are arranged as accidental twins. His first two books belong to a pre-Barthian, existentialist phase while his third and fourth, Sot-Weed and Goat-Boy present Barth in his golden phase. The following two volumes, Lost in the Funhouse and Chimera, begin his long silver period of metaphictional hijinks, climaxing with LETTERS. Barth is my leisurely reading, the break to take when one wants to return to novels infused with narrative and narrative and more narrative, but not compromising 'passionate virtuosity.' Barth's muse? Let me introduce you to Scheherazade. So, to the Goat-Boy. Upon publication of The Sot-Weed Factor reviewers persistently noted that it was structured according to the classical analysis of world mythology known as the Hero's Journey. Barth found this odd because he had never heard of the Hero's Journey. It goes something like this and some similar diagram Barth pinned up on his office wall as he began to intentionally write a parody of the Hero's Journey with Giles Goat-Boy. A shorter version of the Barthian parody of the Journey can be found in Chimera. So, that's the synopsis of Goat-Boy. And it's masterfully written. My impression is that Barthians are divided in their preferences as to the classic, golden Barthian novel, some preferring the right-handed twin, others the left-handed. Mine is for the Factor, but I will not dissuade those who say that Giles is more fun. The second part. To MJ's question. If you enjoyed The Sot-Weed Factor, excepting the 17th century English, you will enjoy Giles. Nihilism and character torture are present. Quest is present. Cleverness is present. There is some of the later-Barthian suspicion of authorship, but it's mostly contained in that entertaining opening section. There is a universe qua University campus divided between East and West and some kind of cataclysm hanging over the University involving a computer and for which we will require some kind of Messiah/Hero who will need to come and save us all from. And lots of degradation. And in the most important part of the book, page center almost (but not at all now that I check the pagination), is a nicely done parody of our Greek and Oedipal tragedy. But more importantly, Nate Dorr's review. My intention is not at all to disparage Nate's review or his reading preferences about which I know only very little. If he is a talented reader [edit :: he is.] we will heed his views. If he is an untalented reader we won't be paying attention to him. But I do disagree with him re: Giles Our Goat-Boy, not recognizing my reading experience in his review. Nate says, "I am sorry to have wasted your time writing extensively about this awful book." Well, no, I don't believe this is an awful book. But I've got nothing with which to refute Nate. He's wrong, but not wrong in the way that I could say anything useful to dissuade him. You might feel as Nate does. Or not. But to frame the context within which Barth was undertaking Giles. This is a novel of exhaustion. The modernists such as Joyce, Faulkner, and Beckett had in some way exhausted the potential of the novel. Barth tried his hand at this modernist type of novel with his first two publications but somehow those boring, dead-ended modernists had to be over-come, stepped out of from beyond. His answer was to rewrite what had already been written, exactly that which had been exhausted. In Sot-Weed he did that by way of reworking an old poem, The Sot-Weed Factor; Or, a Voyage to Maryland, writing a picaresque, and recreating a 17th century English much as Pynchon did in Mason & Dixon and Vollmann does in Argall. With Giles, Barth returned to the most ancient form of story-telling and retells the story, saying 'what goes without saying,' re-saying what has already been said exhaustively. DFW found himself in the same relation vis-a-vis Barth as Barth did vis-a-vis Faulkner (his first failed attempts at novel-writing were terrible Faulknerisms). The third thing. From the comments section of Nate's review: William: "tsk..tsk..tsk..the 'metafiction' super epics, all written by men. You think there might have been an issue with LENGTH motivating all that?" MJ:"I watched a DFW interview today where he slays the "big books, big dicks" fallacy (pun intended)." If I recall DFW's remark it was in response to a question about whether his having laid this 1100 page monster upon the world was his way of asserting his phallus upon the world. To which he responded something along the lines of, (embarrasedly) If that's what's going on it's coming from some part of me with which I really don't want to find out anything about. Our age of the Twit seems to be threatening the continued existence of the mega-novel, the encyclopedic novel. Some may say that these works of mastery--Ulysses, The Recognitions, Gravity's Rainbow, Women and Men, Infinite Jest, et al--are nothing but manifestations of patriarchal oppression. Blah, blah. We'll have to have the conversation about patriarchy and phalli some other time. Indeed, most of these books are written by Men. But, can we include Miss MacIntosh, My Darling in this series of mega-novels? Who wouldn't love to see Ms Zadie Smith publish a 1200 page masterwork? However we account for the demographic of authorship, some of us regard these Lengthy novels as cultural milestones and fear the disappearance of this kind of possible world in which to dwell for weeks on end. Is Giles Goat-Boy worth reading? Yes.

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4.5/5I waver in giving less than 5 stars to this monstrous comedy slash mirrored prophet's tale slash cold war comedy. Barth is funny, but not in the sense that he makes you laugh. His comedy is of the thought kind, in that I have read a hero's tale of a boy raised by goats who believes himself to be the last great prophet of his own religion. The book is incredibly well written and indeed very thought inducing. There shall be more Barth books read by me.PASS ALL FAIL ALLUpdated 8/7/15 to 5

I actually enjoyed this book more than "The Sot-Weed Factor." There is actually a similar theme running through the two books, though by no means is Barth rehashing old material and I did actually like this one better. The world of this book is just so interesting, a strange mix of the world as a university, Judeo-Christian material, the cold war, and others. Strangely approachable for Barth, this is probably my favorite book of his so far.

Just felt as though Barth was trying to include everything in this book, and as a result it felt messy and rushed. The whole idea of the two campuses as east and west, theology, politics, mythology etc etc. There aren't any characters to become engaged with, but I still found myself compelled to finish this.

I read Giles Goat Boy in about 2000. I was 37 and I'd spent a lot of my life reading books. So you can imagine how infrequently I had the thought "this is the strangest book I've ever read". That's what came into my head several times during GGB.It's also a masterpiece. An extended flight of fancy, totally bizarre, anticipating various aspects of our modern computational world. Best of all, it's a deadly anti-academic humor. It helps to have spent years in academia (particularly if academia

Giles Goat Boy, as with most of Barth's writing, cannot be summated by anything short of a novel in itself. It is a farce on heroic tales, riddled with metaphors and allusions as thick as the diction therein, with enough mass to leave a reader spending hours picking apart each sentence. This is not a bad thing by any means, as the work can be read fluidly first - then meticulously, to fully benefit from Barth's genius. The Cold War, Homeric Epics, Religion, Sex, and the pretentious atmosphere of

A FEW PRELIMINARY WORDS:[A Review...] In a WordA-Plus! In a Few of Leonid's WordsBy George! My head spin! I'm such a dumb, I have to think about!In a Few More of Leonid's Words...LaterGreatnesshood! Splendidacy!In Leonid's/Father's Last WordGratituditynesshoodshipcy!Glossary of Terms Used in the NovelGlossaryInsert Huge Picture Here...REVIEW:Extraordinary ConceptionAs you'd expect, John Barths fourth novel (from 1966) is a brilliant allegory wrapped in a mischievous metafictional frame story

MJ Nicholls inquires:"I have been tempted to read this for some time, but Nate's review put me off. What do you make of his thoughts?:http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/..."The first part.I am an not an impartial commentator on John Barth's work. I owe my entire seven year postmodern reading binge to him, all of which began with The Sot-Weed Factor. By way of his essays Barth introduced me to his generation of postmodern fictionists: Gass, Gaddis, both Barthlemes, Coover, et al, all of