But we are hopefully past the stage where the Anglophone world is only willing to provide space for three, four “big” writers per country/language at a time.
We’re all in over our heads – like residents of the underworld, dimly aware of another world above – but we’re also blissfully (or willfully) oblivious to so many perils around us, because that obliviousness allows us to keep moving, like Wile E. Coyote, even when there’s no longer any solid ground underfoot.
Yep.