Roiphe's piece ultimately serves as a defense of these often-derided authors: "In contrast to their cautious, entangled, ambivalent, endlessly ironic heirs, there is something almost romantic in the old guard’s view of sex: it has a mystery and a power, at least. It makes things happen."
Roiphe offers numerous examples to illustrate that today's "younger writers are so self-conscious, so steeped in a certain kind of liberal education, that their characters can’t condone even their own sexual impulses; they are, in short, too cool for sex": "Prototypical is a scene in Dave Eggers’s road trip novel, “You Shall Know Our Velocity,” where the hero leaves a disco with a woman and she undresses and climbs on top of him, and they just lie there: “Her weight was the ideal weight and I was warm and wanted her to be warm."
What do the boys' think?
Chip: "This proves once and for all that hipsters can make anything boring, even fucking. Still, there's something tender in the Eggers' passage that gives me a mild boner."
Richard: "I'm totally using this article in my Intro to Fiction course."
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