I Must Be Clueless About Cleanness

Cleanness by Garth Greenwell is the sort of “novel” that makes me wonder why “literary fiction” almost always seems to be nothing more than pseudo-intellectual navel gazing narcissism. When did it become such an absolute chore to read? I picked Cleanness randomly from online recommended reading shelves, the recommendations coming from someone who is supposedly smart about such things, an NPR or New Yorker pick. Probably the New Yorker since excerpts were previously published there, … Continue reading →