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Jacob Savage writes in Compact magazine<\/a>: <\/p>\n

It\u2019s easy enough to trace the decline of young white men in American letters\u2014just browse The New York Times\u2019s \u201cNotable Fiction\u201d list. In 2012 the Times included seven white American men under the age of 43 (the cut-off for a millennial today); in 2013 there were six, in 2014 there were six. <\/p>\n

And then the doors shut.<\/p>\n

By 2021, there was not one white male millennial on the \u201cNotable Fiction\u201d list. There were none again in 2022, and just one apiece in 2023 and 2024 (since 2021, just 2 of 72 millennials featured were white American men). There were no white male millennials featured in Vulture\u2019s 2024 year-end fiction list, none in Vanity Fair\u2019s, none in The Atlantic\u2019s. Esquire, a magazine ostensibly geared towards male millennials, has featured 53 millennial fiction writers on its year-end book lists since 2020. Only one was a white American man.<\/p>\n

Over the course of the 2010s, the literary pipeline for white men was effectively shut down. Between 2001 and 2011, six white men won the New York Public Library\u2019s Young Lions prize for debut fiction. Since 2020, not a single white man has even been nominated (of 25 total nominations). The past decade has seen 70 finalists for the Center for Fiction\u2019s First Novel Prize\u2014with again, not a single straight white American millennial man. Of 14 millennial finalists for the National Book Award during that same time period, exactly zero are white men. The Wallace Stegner Fellowship at Stanford, a launching pad for young writers, currently has zero white male fiction and poetry fellows (of 25 fiction fellows since 2020, just one was a white man). Perhaps most astonishingly, not a single white American man born after 1984 has published a work of literary fiction in The New Yorker (at least 24, and probably closer to 30, younger millennials have been published in total). [LF: Correction: One.]<\/p>\n

\u201cThe kind of novel we think about as the literary novel, the Updike or DeLillo, I think it\u2019s harder for white men,\u201d a leading fiction agent told me. \u201cIn part because I don\u2019t know the editors who are open to hearing a story of the sort of middle-to-upper-middle-class white male experience. The young agents and editors didn\u2019t come up in that culture.\u201d The agent proceeded to list white male writers who have carved out a niche for themselves\u2014Nathan Hill, Joshua Cohen, Ben Lerner, Michael Connelly, Adam Ross\u2014but none was younger than Cohen, who was born in 1980. <\/p>\n

The more thoughtful pieces on this subject tend to frame the issue as a crisis of literary masculinity, the inevitable consequence of an insular, female-dominated publishing world. All true, to a point. But while there are no male Sally Rooneys or Ottessa Moshfeghs or Emma Clines\u2014there are no white Tommy Oranges or Tao Lins or Tony Tulathimuttes. <\/p>\n

Some of this is undoubtedly part of a dynamic that\u2019s played out across countless industries. Publishing houses, like Hollywood writers\u2019 rooms and academic tenure committees, had a glut of established white men on their rosters, and the path of least resistance wasn\u2019t to send George Saunders or Jonathan Franzen out to pasture. But despite these pressures, there are white male millennial novelists. Diversity preferences may explain their absence from prize lists, but they can\u2019t account for why they\u2019ve so completely failed to capture the zeitgeist.<\/p>\n

The reasons for that go deeper. All those attacks on the \u201clitbro,\u201d the mockery of male literary ambition\u2014exemplified by the sudden cultural banishment of David Foster Wallace\u2014have had a powerfully chilling effect. Unwilling to portray themselves as victims (cringe, politically wrong), or as aggressors (toxic masculinity), unable to assume the authentic voices of others (appropriation), younger white men are no longer capable of describing the world around them. Instead they write genre, they write suffocatingly tight auto-fiction, they write fantastic and utterly terrible period pieces\u2014anything to avoid grappling directly with the complicated nature of their own experience in contemporary America.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The essay\u2019s strongest asset is its refusal to rely solely on vibes. Savage opens with devastating data: the drop from seven white male millennials on the New York Times “Notable Fiction” list in 2012 to zero in 2021 and 2022 is a hard metric. By citing the Young Lions prize, the National Book Award, and the Stegner Fellowship, he moves the argument away from anecdotal complaints about “wokeness” into verifiable institutional exclusion. This establishes the premise not as a conspiracy theory, but as an observable market reality.<\/p>\n

Where the essay shines as literary criticism is in its categorization of how the remaining white male writers have adapted to this hostile environment. Savage identifies four distinct survival strategies, all of which result in a loss of artistic vitality:<\/p>\n

The Historical\/Genre Pivot: Writers like Adam Ehrlich Sachs or Phil Klay retreat into history or “social science fiction” to avoid the minefield of contemporary social dynamics.<\/p>\n

The Solipsistic Aperture: Writers like Jordan Castro focus so intensely on the minute mechanics of writing or tech (the “tech fable”) that the social world vanishes.<\/p>\n

The Virtue Signal (Socialist Realism): This is Savage\u2019s most biting critique. He eviscerates Ben Shattuck and Lee Cole for treating the novel not as a vehicle for truth, but as a resume of moral purity. The observation that these books are “authorial performances… a long-winded way of saying, ‘Don’t worry, I’m one of the good ones'” connects directly to the concept of “thin” identities. These authors are flattening their work to fit a thin, approved political template rather than exploring the “thick,” messy reality of their actual existence.<\/p>\n

The “Heel Turn”: He notes that the anti-woke “transgressive” writers (Delicious Tacos, Peter Vack) are also performing\u2014just for a different audience. They remain trapped in the same identity-obsessed framework, just inverted.<\/p>\n

The Tulathimutte Paradox<\/strong><\/p>\n

Savage identifies a crucial irony in contemporary letters: currently, only non-white authors possess the “cultural capital” or identity-based permission to write accurately about white male alienation.<\/p>\n

His point about Tony Tulathimutte\u2019s Rejection is profound. Tulathimutte can write a vital, honest incel character because the literary establishment knows Tulathimutte isn’t one. A white man writing the same character would be presumed to be confessing, not inventing. This creates a bizarre scenario where the “lived experience” mandate of modern publishing actually prevents the group in question from exploring their own lived experience.<\/p>\n

The “Thick” vs. “Thin” Identity Crisis<\/strong><\/p>\n

Savage argues that the literary establishment is forcing white men to adopt “thin” identities. They must be generic allies, apologize for their background, or disappear into history.<\/p>\n

Savage argues that “great literature… requires brutality and honesty,” specifically about one\u2019s own humiliations. By refusing to engage with their own “resentments,” “jealousies,” and the feeling of being “stranded on the wrong side of history,” these writers are producing sterile art. He is calling for them to embrace their specific, thick, and perhaps unlikable historic position as a source of creative power, rather than something to be atoned for.<\/p>\n

While the essay is compelling, there are two areas where the critique could be expanded:<\/p>\n

The Economic Reality: Savage frames this almost entirely as an ideological purge (editors, agents, MFAs). He glides over the demographic reality of the consumer. Fiction readers are overwhelmingly women. The shift in publishing likely reflects the market demand as much as the gatekeepers\u2019 ideology. The “Updike or DeLillo” model may not just be politically out of fashion; it might be commercially non-viable in a market driven by “BookTok” and female book clubs.<\/p>\n

The Definition of “Greatness”: Savage holds up the mid-century titans (Roth, Updike, DeLillo) as the standard. While valid, it assumes that the “Big Splashy Everything Novel” is still the summit of literary achievement. It is possible that the fragmentation of culture has made that specific kind of novel impossible for anyone to write, regardless of race or gender, simply because there is no longer a “monoculture” to explain.<\/p>\n

“The Vanishing White Male Writer” is a successful polemic because it identifies a silence in the culture and explains exactly how that silence is enforced. Savage\u2019s conclusion\u2014that the alienation of the white male millennial is actually fertile ground for art, if only they had the courage to mine it\u2014is an optimistic challenge disguised as a lament. He is asking for a literature of the “enemy” (in the Carl Schmitt sense) that is self-aware enough to document its own defeat.<\/p>\n