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  <body>&lt;p&gt;Rarely are book titles as painfully obvious as Keith Gessen&amp;rsquo;s &lt;em&gt;All the
Sad Young Literary Men&lt;/em&gt;. Like the sad, young, and literary characters of
the novel, the title itself also contains three
selves&amp;mdash;self-explanatory, self-deprecating, and painfully
self-conscious. Gessen&amp;rsquo;s debut follows three young men, Sam, Mark, and
Keith, as they struggle through their early twenties and into their
thirties. All three can easily be classified as East Coast
intellectuals&amp;mdash;male, white, and bookish, with Ivy-League pedigrees,
dissatisfactions with life, and continual striving for literary
acclaim&amp;mdash;the type of people who would read n+1 while waiting for the
subway.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It is impossible to separate Gessen&amp;rsquo;s reality from his fiction.
Gessen is best-known as Editor in Chief of n+1, a literary journal
criticized for its general elitism and yuppie staff. In fact, Gessen
has admitted that much of the book is based on either personal
experience or the experiences of his friends, including an anecdote
about the Vice President&amp;rsquo;s daughter. See the dedication: &amp;ldquo;For my
friends, with apologies.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The book opens in a fantasized, bohemian New York, when it was
actually possible to subsist on seventy dollars a week. Instead of
trendy bars and designer clothing, Mark and his Russian immigrant wife
opt for intellectual discourse. If this seems precocious, it&amp;rsquo;s because
they are. Sam, Mark, and Keith are all infused with the na&amp;iuml;ve optimism
that is characteristic of youth. Sam has a grand scheme of penning a
Zionist epic, without speaking any Hebrew or ever setting foot in
Israel. The Harvard diploma is framed and hung, but where&amp;rsquo;s the
greatness?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Along with this youth comes the insecurity common to most college
graduates&amp;mdash;after all, the majority of their anxiety is derived from
interactions with women. Despite the casual way that women come in and
out of their lives, these females are often more self-assured than the
men. Due to the dearth of actual success, women seem to act as the
measuring stick for their self-worth. The three justify their
self-worth through one-night stands with sex columnists, barely legal
publishing interns, fellow Ph.D candidates&amp;mdash;it runs the gamut.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The idealization of academia and intellectualism is overwhelmingly
present and, at times, almost nauseating. One character explains his
awe for a man: &amp;ldquo;He had published so much more than I had.&amp;rdquo; There is
such a premium placed on writing&amp;mdash;Keith is a political journalist, Sam
is working on his Great Zionist novel, and Mark is a Russian history
grad student. For people whose avenues of pursuit are so immersed in
outside developments, these three are incredibly self-absorbed,
constantly mulling over their self-worth and potentiality for success.
Sam frets over his Google page count&amp;rsquo;s decreasing, and someone advises
him, &amp;ldquo;You need to do something notable. Write something. Start a blog.&amp;rdquo;
If only it were so easy to effect change.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s pretty lofty to name a chapter &amp;ldquo;Phenomenology of the Spirit,&amp;rdquo;
especially one that revolves around a thirty-something Ph.D.
candidate&amp;rsquo;s cheating on his girlfriend with a twenty-two-year-old, who
also happens to be a previous student of his. Yet this inclusion of
highbrow intellectualism perfectly characterizes Gessen&amp;rsquo;s tendency to
name-drop literary or philosophical figures&amp;mdash;Liebknecht, Kierkegaard,
and Hegel all prove to be fair game. From a cursory glance, it is too
easy to brush off the references as showmanship, but Gessen is so
earnestly immersed in this intellectual fa&amp;ccedil;ade that it is easy to
imagine him referencing Heidegger in everyday banter.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jonathan Franzen lavished upon &lt;em&gt;All the Sad Literary Young Me&lt;/em&gt;n the
praise, &amp;ldquo;They almost make me wish I were young again.&amp;rdquo; Keyword being
&amp;ldquo;almost.&amp;rdquo; It&amp;rsquo;s possible to muddle through the uncertain twenties once,
but no one wants to relive the anxiety. Eventually, all the sad,
literary young men have to age. Hopefully, by then they will have
retained their literary qualities, but shed the other two adjectives.&lt;/p&gt;</body>
  <byline>Lucy Tang</byline>
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  <deck>&lt;p&gt;New novel is exactly as self-conscious as it sounds. From the &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.columbiaspectator.com/node/30330&quot;&gt;Columbia Spectator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</deck>
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  <title>BOOK REVIEW: &lt;i&gt;All the Sad Young Literary Men&lt;/i&gt; by Keith Gessen</title>
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