This piece suspiciously confirmed my preconceptions of this genre, but I also haven't read any of it for myself and I do not know this writer. Are we all doomed to read 1000 pages worth of stories for a particular ethnic identity crisis before we can call ourselves responsible thinkers? Epistimic humility has forsaken us.
This piece suspiciously confirmed my preconceptions of this genre, but I also haven't read any of it for myself and I do not know this writer. Are we all doomed to read 1000 pages worth of stories for a particular ethnic identity crisis before we can call ourselves responsible thinkers? Epistimic humility has forsaken us.
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