On the other hand, "fun, likable, clever" isn't really what I look for in fiction. I want to be astonished, amazed, transported. Dickens will do that to a person. So will Charlotte Bronte. Writers who faithfully render that limited range of experience we call "reality" interest me much less- even when they're wonderfully sharp and witty about it.
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