Wow this person sounds vile and also mentally ill.
Glad I haven’t read any of her novels and now I deifnitely plan to avoid them. I think this is not satire? I don’t think it is but it’s just so hard to tell these days.
The whole jumbled jeremiad conflates all sorts of unrelated experiences and events that basically amount to: if someone finds it fun, it’s bad. Very, very bad. This matches the modern liberal anchorite ascetic tendencies perfectly, and the overarching desire to take away things from people. These neo-puritan urges are worrying because it leads to be atrocious decision-making that harms everyone and any possibility of a better future.
This is one of those “smart people” essays where the vocabulary is capacious but the actual content is lacking; it impresses simpletons but leaves anyone with a few brain cells to rub together wondering what all the fuss is about.
“We could just stay home and listen to Scarlatti….”
Oh shut up. Just shut up. You aren’t impressing anyone. And it’s not even good essay writing. What’s that phrase connected to, what does it have to do with anything that follows? The essay is an unstructured mess of lists of items the author personally hates, two dollar words that are unnecessary and add nothing, and has the repetitiveness of a 1950s pop song. If I were teaching English 101, I’d grade it an “F” apart from the content itself
My brain regrets that it has any part of this utter trash now encoded within it. Need a delete function.