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Joyce Carol Oates, the prolific and wealthy novelist who uses Twitter to troll dead rivals, blame street harassment on Islam, joke about Chinese people eating cats, fool people into thinking she thinks people hunt dinosaurs for sport, and lazily conflate art with real life, has sadly outdone herself once again. Let's head over to the timeline for the exact quote:Wow, this is... actually not the worst thing she's said! Or, in other words, not a "total disaster." Is Joyce getting the hang of social media nuance? Just kidding, that's garbage. Garbage, Joyce! Art is a refuge, sure, and great work has been produced in opposition to authoritarian regimes, but those same governments also censor, imprison, and, like... kill the artists they don't like. Remember? From all those years you've been alive? No? Philip Roth could never have written about a neurotic young Alex Portnoy masturbating into a piece of liver without Nixon in the White House. And it's actually good that hundreds of civilians died in the bombing of Guernica during the Spanish Civil War so that Picasso could do a big painting about it. If there's anything artists have trouble conjuring without the help of institutional repression, it's "turbulence & estrangement."
Just imagine: atop the pile of ash and bone, which is all that remains of civilization, a Great American Novel about life under President Trump. The ultimate vindication for art—if only someone were still alive to read it.