I guess my confusion stems from the fact that each time I open the NYRoB or the New Yorker, there's a new piece about or by some amazing Third World or immigrant female novelist. If it's not a new author it's a piece about rediscovering an older one. Given that this is the case, I have a hard time understanding who is supposed to be invested in these folks if not the very people who come from these backgrounds or see the problems with just consuming colonialist culture. Who is this stuff to be for? White men in Europe and America? That makes no sense. Does Zadie Smith just suck compared to Enid Blyton? If she does, who is rhapsodizing about Zadie in literary magazines and who is all invested in Isabel Allende's books?