Dear Garth Risk Hallberg (if that is, really, your name), did you actually mean to submit this to The Onion rather than the New York Times Magazine? Because it sure reads like a determined attempt at a satiric send-up of lit-crit philosophizing utterly divorced from anything that 99.999% of readers would enjoy, be educated by, or even understand. As attempted humor, I salute it for its elitist academic obtuseness. As anything other than that …
Yeesh. #ddtb
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‘Why Write Novels at All?’
Writers of the Franzen Generation have decided that the purpose of fiction is to make us feel less alone. Will that be enough to save the novel?
