He had, however, to settle for Eric's twin sister, Erika, whom he believes he accidentally impregnated. V. is not very big on fatherhood, what with the population explosion and all that, but still it's nice to know the family line goes on. Imagine, then, V.'s discombobulation on learning that the child he thought was his actually belongs to Eric and Erika. Not only do we get the whole of Eric's diary, but the whole of his wretched screenplay as well. There is no reason why a writer as accomplished as he is couldn't have whipped these materials into convincing shape.
Love is the key word.
For V. to find that Eric and Erika used him , manipulated not only his pleasure but also his memory, his idea of himself, is surely the stuff of confessional literature. Which leaves V.'s views on the macrocosm as its only justification. And if Victor Hugo is high culture while William Faulkner is provincial. . The once was Jack Kerouac's The Subterraneans in which he describes with. . Well, maybe I wanted to.