A heterogeneous body of literature now attempts to catch the import of the period from roughly March, 2020, to the end of 2021. Authors have written erudite tragicomedies...
Despite this polyphony of approaches, a single note seems to sound throughout-a tone of pummelling topicality, all sweaty masks and bottles of disinfectant, reverent about suffering and critical of the comfortable.
From a distance, characters behold a world 'on fire,' with 'its systems collapsing' (Nunez). The rich live 'in big houses, on high floors,' while, for everyone else, 'history did not stop . . . but came howling on' (Kunzru).
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