This is the era of the literary It Girl. While the moniker serves mostly as a branding gimmick, this moment of supposed female literary coolness—if we must call it anything—has produced genuinely interesting, if flawed, writers, such as the ever-present Honor Levy and Allie Rowbottom. The It Girls live in coastal cities, appear on hip podcasts, and are profiled in the remaining glossy media magazines, playing the parts of bona fide literary starlets. It may be superficial, but it’s fun, and perhaps it’s all that’s left of an increasingly irrelevant literary scene. I’ll take some doe-eyed ladies posing and partying over the alternative—which is seemingly nothing at all.
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