This might be one way to start talking about differences between the early postmodern writers of the fifties and sixties and their contemporary descendants.

Good writing isn’t a science. It’s an art, and the horizon is infinite. You can always get better.

Nuclear weapons and TV have simply intensified the consequences of our tendencies, upped the stakes.

...the most obvious, ubiquitous, important realities are often the ones that are hardest to see and talk about.

So yo then man what's your story?

American experience seems to suggest that people are virtually unlimited in their need to give themselves away, on various levels. Some just prefer to do it in secret.

I have now seen sucrose beaches and water a very bright blue. I have seen an all-red leisure suit with flared lapels. I have smelled suntan lotion spread over 2,100 pounds of hot flesh. I have been addressed as "Mon" in three different nations. I have seen 500 upscale Americans dance the Electric Slide. I have seen sunsets that looked computer-enhanced. I have (very briefly) joined a conga line.