Theodore Adorno argued that writing poetry after Auschwitz was barbaric. Samuel Richardson, in the 18th century, wondered if the novel had said what it had to say. That was your human correspondent, writing on a laptop in a drafty apartment in Manhattan and advancing an argument that’s been plausibly made for centuries: that literature es muerte.
Those weren’t, you might have guessed, words from Siri. What’s come since has been the death rattle, and remixes of that death rattle.” The last one that mattered, closing a millennium’s loop, was probably Zadie Smith’s ‘ White Teeth,’ published in 2000. The first novel was probably Murasaki Shikibu’s ‘ Tale of Genji,’ written in the 11th century. “Since you asked, it was the subtlest form of expression known to humans.
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