According to an entry in Writer's Almanac last week, David Foster Wallace (who, sadly, took his own life) said:
"Postmodern irony and cynicism's become an end in itself, a measure of hip sophistication and literary savvy. Few artists dare to try to talk about ways of working toward redeeming what's wrong, because they'll look sentimental and naive to all the weary ironists. Irony's gone from liberating to enslaving. ... The postmodern founders' patricidal work was great, but patricide produces orphans, and no amount of revelry can make up for the fact that writers my age have been literary orphans throughout our formative years."
What do you think, my writing friends? Can we write of redemption and not get laughed out of the fraternity/sorority?
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