I must say, there are simply not enough comedies and satires being published by the New York publishing intelligentia. New York forbid anyone laugh while reading literature in this day and age. After all, these are tough times. The economy continues to be in the shitter. The weather continues to feel weathered. And therefore, we shouldn’t laugh at how people become slackers, benignly racist, and hopelessly in love with those who seem determined to harm. So we shouldn’t like WE WERE WRONG, a novel by Matthew Sharpe. But that’s the whole point of social satire and comedy, isn’t it?
