LITERARY CULTURE IS DEAD, SLAIN BY NARCISSISTS AND FRAUDS. Two years ago, Vulture exposed the grotesque spectacle of four “writers” whose careers were built not on talent, but on a sordid web of adultery, mutual exploitation, and TERRIBLY reviewed books. Now, we’re forced to confront the HORRIFYING TRUTH that incident revealed: the entire publishing industry is a corrupted, incestuous game where real art is sacrificed for cheap, autobiographical scandal.
These authors didn’t just cheat on their spouses—they CHEATED THE READING PUBLIC. They peddled their tawdry personal affairs as “literature,” banking on our voyeurism while offering NOTHING of intellectual or artistic value. Their middling memoirs are monuments to a system that REWARDS BAD BEHAVIOR and punishes genuine creativity. This isn’t just gossip; it’s a CANCEROUS CULTURAL SHIFT where the work no longer matters, only the salacious backstory used to sell it.
The implications are DEEPLY DANGEROUS. When publishing houses prioritize messy personal brands over masterful prose, they declare that storytelling itself is OBSOLETE. We are funding a cabal of self-obsessed socialites masquerading as thinkers, draining meaning from the written word one self-justifying “memoir” at a time. This scandal proves the gatekeepers have ABANDONED THEIR POST, leaving us in a cultural wasteland where every book is merely a receipt for therapy the author couldn’t afford.
WAKE UP. Your bookshelf is now a crime scene, and you’re the one who paid for the evidence.
Edited for Kayitsi.com
Author: Kayitsi.com
