I read that Sam Kriss essay you linked to, and I have to say there are times when I feel relieved to be completely out of touch with what is going on. I didn't know about any of the books he wrote about. I did know about the Rodham book, which means there is more I can do to insulate myself against the many threats to my well-being. I also understand even better now why no one wants to publish my novel about cannibals who never go online. I should have written about cannibals who go online.
I think the solution is for everyone to have to watch and read Demon Slayer. It's the only way to fix literature. If you want to publish a novel, you should have to first describe in detail what happens to Shinobu, the Insect Hashira.
I love Prep so much that I've been refusing to ever read Rodham in case it retroactively taints that book as well.
I agree with your definition of woke art, which is why anti-woke art is exactly its mirror image: "Pay attention to ME! MY (and my friends') personal matters and insecurities ought to be what matters most! MINE!"
also I hate to mention this, but in her new collection of stories, Sittenfeld portrays the early marriage of Jeff and MacKenzie Bezos. I think that she truly enjoys imagining the inner lives of our finest Business Leaders.
Yes, I'm important enough not to need representation! (The idea that you can write a character that is not you or the you that should be doesn't come into it.)
I think that what you’re talking about here, as well as the Sam Kriss essay, has a lot to with the increasingly surreal political climate in America.
In Cincinnati, a neo-Nazi group was waving swastika flags over a highway overpass. This was answered by a black militia group in the same neighborhood, armed with assault rifles, stopping cars and interrogating drivers at choke points in the community.
I believe that Trump isn’t so much, even if many of his voters won’t admit it, a bid to “Make America Great Again”, but a kind of of mystified, psychotic response to the endgame of the neoliberal projects of the last 40+ years.
Our choices are plastic consumer patriotism, earnestness packaged as irony, or blithe woke liberalism subsisting on generational wealth, so we turn to a demagogue. This at least rhymes with history. In my opinion, Trump isn’t so much personality, he doesn’t even represent a coherent political program. He’s a tulpa created out of watching many of our options for financial success and creativity dwindle, and the realization that many of us bought this situation with our extreme subjectivity and consumerism.
The Genius du monde only exists to be commodified and referred to in novel query letters. Really, it's a phantasm. Emmalea Russo's own cancellation story steels my resolve to install a vintage press in my barn. Meeting with expert vintage printer tomorrow. The end is nigh. I will meet it covered in ink and handmade paper.
I was saddened by Kim Sae-ron's death. I really liked her in the few things I saw her in and then was genuinely bummed when they Poochy'd her on Bloodhounds after her DUI. I can't even imagine what a punishing industry the S. Korean entertainment industry is, to say nothing of the larger culture and how it treats people, like with Lee Sun-kyun and the investigation into his alleged drug use.
I read that Sam Kriss essay you linked to, and I have to say there are times when I feel relieved to be completely out of touch with what is going on. I didn't know about any of the books he wrote about. I did know about the Rodham book, which means there is more I can do to insulate myself against the many threats to my well-being. I also understand even better now why no one wants to publish my novel about cannibals who never go online. I should have written about cannibals who go online.
I think the solution is for everyone to have to watch and read Demon Slayer. It's the only way to fix literature. If you want to publish a novel, you should have to first describe in detail what happens to Shinobu, the Insect Hashira.
I love Prep so much that I've been refusing to ever read Rodham in case it retroactively taints that book as well.
I agree with your definition of woke art, which is why anti-woke art is exactly its mirror image: "Pay attention to ME! MY (and my friends') personal matters and insecurities ought to be what matters most! MINE!"
also I hate to mention this, but in her new collection of stories, Sittenfeld portrays the early marriage of Jeff and MacKenzie Bezos. I think that she truly enjoys imagining the inner lives of our finest Business Leaders.
Nooo
yeah, and so many of them went to the same schools as the woke ones......
Yes, I'm important enough not to need representation! (The idea that you can write a character that is not you or the you that should be doesn't come into it.)
great info, I have Prep but did not touch it because of Rodham
Another genius essay, taking on all the pious literary icons that I have longed for someone to take on.
I think that what you’re talking about here, as well as the Sam Kriss essay, has a lot to with the increasingly surreal political climate in America.
In Cincinnati, a neo-Nazi group was waving swastika flags over a highway overpass. This was answered by a black militia group in the same neighborhood, armed with assault rifles, stopping cars and interrogating drivers at choke points in the community.
I believe that Trump isn’t so much, even if many of his voters won’t admit it, a bid to “Make America Great Again”, but a kind of of mystified, psychotic response to the endgame of the neoliberal projects of the last 40+ years.
Our choices are plastic consumer patriotism, earnestness packaged as irony, or blithe woke liberalism subsisting on generational wealth, so we turn to a demagogue. This at least rhymes with history. In my opinion, Trump isn’t so much personality, he doesn’t even represent a coherent political program. He’s a tulpa created out of watching many of our options for financial success and creativity dwindle, and the realization that many of us bought this situation with our extreme subjectivity and consumerism.
The Genius du monde only exists to be commodified and referred to in novel query letters. Really, it's a phantasm. Emmalea Russo's own cancellation story steels my resolve to install a vintage press in my barn. Meeting with expert vintage printer tomorrow. The end is nigh. I will meet it covered in ink and handmade paper.
I was saddened by Kim Sae-ron's death. I really liked her in the few things I saw her in and then was genuinely bummed when they Poochy'd her on Bloodhounds after her DUI. I can't even imagine what a punishing industry the S. Korean entertainment industry is, to say nothing of the larger culture and how it treats people, like with Lee Sun-kyun and the investigation into his alleged drug use.
I know the essay's about much more than all that, but its been sitting with me for days now