Intro to Barthelme

The transcribed interview, with traffic noises, the clinking of glasses, and Marion Barthelme’s cheery voice still echoing in the background, was sent dutifully to the author. Many moons later and after much brooding and revision, the following dialogue emerged, cleansed of mere actuality and posing its figures in no landscape. The Platonic idea of an interview. But one may still intuit the old knobkerrie meditatively rubbed on the sleeve of the rumpled tweed jacket, the smoky setter asleep before the faithful fire . . . and now the writer’s ascetic features, framed in a square Danish Calvinist’s beard, soften benignly as the interviewer ventures his first academic question...

This is from intro to the Paris Review's interview with Donald Barthelme. I told you they were odd, those interviewers. If this were fiction, that description would be too Victorian for the Victorians.