I feel like I’m being grumpy about this, but again, it goes back to what I mentioned above, about the doom and gloom forecasts that no one reads anymore, that no good books are being published, that there are no great young writers. Just like those arguments, this one is so obviously flawed, out of touch, and perhaps petty that I do my best to ignore the kind of people who make it. Much better, I think, to do what we can as writers and editors to build each other up, to elevate the literary publishing and emerging writer worlds together. We can spend our time tearing each other down in the hopes that the survivors will seem that much stronger, or else we can work together to broaden not just the reach of our own writing and publishing but also that of those around us, in the hopes that we’ll all rise together. I already know which I’ve chosen, and I think most people I know have chosen the same.