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What's depressing is the heads of publishing who are lamenting the lack of a big thing. Of course, we know publishing has been about the big buck books for a long time but it's still sad to think about.

Maybe T.C. Boyle's new collection will light things on fire! Well, in a perfect world it would.


See that's the thing: Boyle's collection doesn't even rate a mention.


That's because people like me don't even know who the fuck T.C. Boyle is.

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