Can you explain what you believe sets you apart from other American writers?
Whereas every other American “writer” writes like an average twelve-year-old, I maintain a high watermark of eloquence, intelligence, and sophistication. Some of these creatures call themselves “minimalists”; they are, in fact, infantilists. They “dumb-down” their prose in order to flatter readers with low reading levels. There was a time when I attacked such cretins by name. Now I merely refuse to read their illiterate “fiction.” The rise of self-publication has, if anything, contributed to the “dumbing-down” of American letters. Everyone and his brother calls himself a “writer” these days, which I see as the poisonous end of democratization. I may be the only genuine writer left in the United States of America. The intelligent love my books, and the mentally stunted despise them.
Dr. Suglia, you claim to be the “Greatest author in the world,” do you have any statistics to back up that presumptuous statement?
Aesthetic quality cannot be quantified or measured statistically. If I have declared myself “The Greatest Author in the World,” it is because I am the only living writer who fashions truly imaginative, elegant, and groundbreaking fiction. There are, of course, other “Greatest Authors in the World” who are still very much alive—J.G. Ballard, Martin Amis, Alain Robbe-Grillet, Pierre Guyotat—but they have produced nothing in recent years that would aesthetically approximate their earlier masterworks. I never nominated myself “The Greatest Man in the World”—I’m far from that. I am merely the greatest author in the world.