Photograph from “The Postmodernists Dinner,” 1983 by Jill Krementz (b. 1940)
From the University of Houston’s collection of Barthelme’s papers. The entry’s description:
Left to right: unidentified, unidentified, Donald Barthelme, John Barth, Robert Coover (turned), unidentified, Kurt Vonnegut, Walter Abish (with patch), William Gaddis (squatting), unidentified, William Gass, unidentified, unidentified. In 1983, Barthelme arranged a “Postmodernists Dinner” for the group of writers who were often lumped together under the “postmodernist” label. The reclusive Thomas Pynchon declined the invitation.
It would be swell if anyone could identify the women in the photograph. [Ed. note–the woman to Walter Abish’s left (behind Gass) is the artist Cecile Abish, Walter’s wife. Thanks to Terry in the comments.]
In his 2009 Barthelme biography Hiding Man, Tracy Daugherty offers the following recollection of the “Postmodernist Dinner” from novelist Walter Abish:
Around this time — in the spring of 1983 — “Donald had this idea to make a dinner in SoHo,” says Water Abish. “A major dinner for a group of writers, and he planned it very, very carefully. It was a strange event. Amusing and intriguing. He invited…well, that was the thing of it. The list. I was astounded that he consulted me but he called and said, ‘Should we invite so-and-so?’ Naturally, I did the only decent thing and said ‘Absolutely’ to everyone he mentioned. I pushed for Gaddis. Gass was there, and Coover and Hawkes, Vonnegut and his wife, Jill Krementz, who took photographs, I think. Don’s agent, Lynn Nesbit, was there. She was always very friendly. Susan Sontag was the only woman writer invited.
Daugherty continues:
Pynchon couldn’t make it. He wrote Don to apologize. He said he was ‘between coasts, Arkansas or Lubbock or someplace like ‘at.”
Abish recollects that the meal was at a very expensive restaurant, prefix, and the writers had to pay their own way. There were about 21 attendees, and Barthelme was “Very, very dour.”
Here is Pynchon’s letter declining the invite (via Jessamyn West, both on Twitter and her wonderful Donald Barthelme appreciation page):
I had never seen the photograph until today when Ethelmer shared it with me on Twitter. Thanks!
Small correction: the twitter account and Barthelme pages belong to Jessamyn West, not Winter.
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Thanks for catching that, Ian—no idea what was going through my head then, especially as I essentially cannibalized this Bblklpt post from 2017 where I managed to get the name right: https://biblioklept.org/2017/01/18/thomas-pynchon-sends-his-regrets-to-donald-barthelme-for-missing-the-postmodern-dinner/
(Not to mention the fact that I’ve followed her for years on Twitter and raided her DB page many times for this site.)
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This stuff seems so long ago, even though it was just a few years before I was born. Cheers to everyone that helped make this post possible!
It doesn’t seem like there’s really any “movements” anymore. The present seems a swirling miasma of zietgeist and hysteria, reactions, half-felt sentiments, a ship of fools. Perhaps that’s how it’s always been, and I feel contradictory even in my own sentiments. Maybe that’s the present movement, now.
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Reblogged this on REBLOGADOR.
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The barely visible woman who is to Walter Abish’s left is his wife Cecile. I’ve been friends with them both since the 80s. Great photo.
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Thanks Terry!
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The unidentified man between Coover and Vonnegut is writer John Hawkes. He was (and still is) very obscure and little read. At least, compared to everyone else in the photo.
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