Poetic Justice: The Great American Novel has been surpassed by the Great Irish Novel. The Great Irish Novel is more focused and more tied to the idea of reality – one in which great waiting with patience occurs. The Great American Novel is no longer great. It’s worth is a numbers game. It’s value is a pornography. The Irish novels of this day are popped out like battles waged with culture and culture is a bagful of chicken guts. But it’s livid because life is livid. The Great American Novel is picked at like a lint machine, and all the disfigurements are catalogues of survival but survival for what. For more of the same. Good times.