The End of Prestige

When I was young, I wanted to be a successful novelist. Success, in this sense, took on superficial, external forms that were predicated on a wholly twentieth century concept. Born in the last months of the 1980s, I was distinctly a child of that time—the digital was subservient to the analog, and nothing had the whiff of accomplishment quite like newspaper agate. 

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