Recently, I discovered that on Amazon’s book rankings, the works of John Keats and William Wordsworth are listed 796,426 and 2,337,250 respectively, only slightly higher than mine. (“Counter Culture,” by Caleb Crain, Harper’s, July 2015 pg.82.)  Naturally, I, a modest wr

Here we go again, another keeper of the canon is taking arms against a sea of MFA graduates and program writing, as she calls it, work which whittles narrative to the thinness of a toothpick, which mistakes craft for art and believes true writing is a self-indulgent rumination on self