Literary fiction underserves, and often neglects, the working class and the impoverished. Rising alongside the European petit bourgeois, this subset of fiction—character-driven, sometimes devoid of plot—largely served the people consuming it, what we’d call the middle-class or upper-middle-class in the United States. When poverty reveals itself in literary fiction, it’s often meant as a warning, a cautionary tale, a worst-case-scenario for people living in comfort.
Daulton Dickey reviews Patricide by D. Foy










