the stereotype that literary fiction is all about straight white male english professors having affairs with nubile co-eds and getting divorced is outdated and frankly i WISH that were still the case. now all contemporary litfic comes in three distinct flavors: "internet vernacular: a so-called 'novel' by someone with more microplastics in their brain than actual brain tissue," "downwardly mobile white woman's wry autofiction account of her eating disorder," and "the rustle of mango leaves in the homeland: a paint-by-numbers diaspora novel by an MFA grad who acts like making $50K with benefits makes you part of the ruling class even though both their parents are doctors" like save me philip roth and your upsetting-on-purpose books about masturbating with offal and pining after shiksas who look like the girl on the cover of that one vampire weekend album......
i'd say save me joyce carol oates but she'd have to unblock me first





















