The Gorgeous Mosaic: Rufus, Jack, James, and Marilynne.

I want to start the debut of a column, which goes into the complex, muddy, and often beautiful intersections in American literature and culture.

In the last 4 years, believing in the gorgeous mosaic of American literature became less like trying to find a median in the culture wars and more like burning cosmic sage outside my window. The attack at the capital and the paranoia, depravity, and Thackeryan class conceit of the right has been drastic to form a circle in my thinking. I am against the toxic identity politics of so many…