Are Books in s Strange Place?

 For some reason my monitoring software blocks me from accessing Dirt but I can open Nuns having fun in Gmail. I do not understand this. The software announces pornography and kicks me out. I can excerpt the following without providing a direct link. This comes as part of Kyle Chayka's review Lauren Groff's Matrix. Not sure what is pornographic, it is a positive review of Ms. Groff's novel about a medieval nun. This paragraph has me wondering what I have missed on what is going on around me.

Do you ever feel like is in a bit of a weird place at the moment? There are few novels of any kind of mainstream success that are spoken about, even by critics, as intellectually or formally challenging. Many of the books that get popular seem to be novels-as-podcasts: soothing, smooth, able to be tuned out, but providing a pleasant backdrop. They address domestic concerns: relationships, real estate, material accumulation, some kind of progress toward happiness. Not that there’s anything wrong with that; those themes have provided great material for centuries. But I find more complexity in, say, Deborah Levy’s memoirs (the most recent of which is literally titled Real Estate).

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