I have a special qualification when it comes to Honor Levy and the discourse surrounding her—because I’m a complete non-entity in the world of traditional publishing, I have no strong feelings about her whatsoever.
Being professionally and geographically detached from the NYC literary scene and the people around it, writers like Levy are just interesting (albeit farway) contemporaries of mine. Some number of years ago, I vaguely remember that I would occasionally listen to her podcast, Wet Brain, which stood out not for its content but her obvious charisma which was evident even in auditory form.
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