On the one hand: haven't we had enough?
Do we really need to hear about the empty lives and unsatisfying relationships of the Brooklyn cold-brew class ever again?
8/10ths of all books produced by and for this class, forever beamed out to the hinterlands, to all the rubes and suckers who consume them with interest, resentment or envy or some mix of the three, the searchlight beam of the Publishers Weekly deal announcements like a kind of background radiation, a medieval caste system: peasants and nobles.
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