Some of the material in The Copywriter is banal ... Some of it is goofy ... Looming over the novel is a question: can this existence—this openhearted, roguish, aimless scavenging—yield anything of value, or is it just a waste? ... One of The Copywriter’s most moving aspects is its expansive definition of poetry ... The gentle, self-effacing tone of a novel whose sympathies lie with the minor and the easily overlooked ... Poppick’s point isn’t that everything matters; it’s that anything might.
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