Here’s the thing: I’m not going to be reading Edward Docx’s rant about literary and genre fiction in the Guardian. I’ve skimmed over a couple of other people’s summaries, and it seems he’s not saying anything new, interesting, or specific.
Nevermind the idea of comparing the worst of one group with the best of another. Nevermind the empty fantasy of fat checks for genre writers. Nevermind that the Guardian is just trolling for traffic again.
The truth is that literary history isn’t going to be written by Docx and his little post. He and his opinion don’t matter. I’m glad there are folks out there willing to swat at the ridiculous memes he’s pushing, but his sort of crap is completely useless.
And does he really kick Larsson for translated texts?
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