In search of time lost and newly found

Almost as soon as it appeared, COVID-19 seeded a peculiar and deep dread of the literature it might someday inspire. “Novel coronavirus” — in the literary sense — already conjures contempt and exhaustion, but why? What do we fear? Limp attempts at parody? Schematic sci-fi? Autofictional accounts of quarantine in Brooklyn in which the pandemic serves as a backdrop to the personal epiphany of an alienated protagonist who discovers the virtues of the simpler life, via much massaging of dough and theoretical jargon? (Yes.)

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