“In literature there’s a perversely refreshing counteroffensive of odiferous refuseniks, a burgeoning genre you could call Repulsive Realism,” writes Hillary Kelly for Vulture. “The pioneer and reigning queen of this trendlet is Ottessa Moshfegh.” Kelly goes on to look at other “Repulsive Realism” reads, such as the recent Halle Butler novel, The New Me, and Melissa Broder’s The Pisces, books in which bad sex and unwashed armpits run rampart and “the characters manufacture their own mire and swim around in it [and] rebel against the packaging of femininity and the oppression of the lacquered image.”
Another response to The New Yorker‘s 20 under 40 list, this time from Dzanc Books. Dzanc polled “nearly 100 independent publishers, agents, editors, bloggers and reviewers” and went through two rounds of voting to come up with 20 Writers to Watch: An Alternate List.
You’ve likely heard that artists these days are in trouble. The probability that your average creative person will make a living from their art is getting smaller by the day. But amidst all this hand-wringing, we forget one simple fact — it’s always been getting worse, and there’s always been something killing culture. At Slate, Evan Kindley writes about Scott Timberg’s new book Culture Crash, asking whether the Internet is really the dread force it’s often made out to be.