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by swatcoder
808 days ago
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Honesty is not what the author is going for here. This is genre autofiction following a throughline of slumming, marginal artists that carries back through punk, beat, flapper, and la boheme writers. It's entertainment, not true confession or activism, and it delights in getting under the skin of squares who can't tell. No need to push back on the people reactively criticizing the character or writer -- that's the point. |
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