The saddest thing is that Chilean author Alia Trabucco Zerán does have some talent. Unlike its neighboring countries, Chile doesn’t have much by way of literature, and one doesn’t want to see a literary gift that finally cropped up in the country go to waste. Unfortunately, Trabucco Zerán got an MFA at a woke US school. And now she’s trying to squeeze her talented writing into the Procrustean bed of social-justice dogma.

Limpia is narrated by a live-in maid of a professional couple in Santiago. She’s a resentful, first-level kind of person, and it’s interesting to see her try to make sense of the lives of people who are less primitive than she is. But Trabucco Zerán can’t leave well enough alone and tries to massage the story into a tedious class struggle narrative. As a result, the novel ends up being a lot more boring than it needed to be.

Trabucco Zerán is young for a writer, and one does hope that she stops writing for woke, rich Americans and starts noticing her own large Spanish-speaking audience. Of all the ills that the US inflicted on Latin America, the woke garbage is the worst, and that’s in spite of stiff competition.

Out of a lifetime of reading, I can recall no other book in which a tone of overriding arrogance was so implacably sustained. Its shrillness is without reprieve. Its dogmatism is without appeal. In addition, the mind which finds this tone natural to it shares other characteristics of its type. 1) It consistently mistakes raw force for strength, and the rawer the force, the more reverent the posture of the mind before it. 2) It supposes itself to be the bringer of a final revelation. Therefore, resistance to the Message cannot be tolerated because disagreement can never be merely honest, prudent, or just humanly fallible. Dissent from revelation so final (because, the author would say, so reasonable) can only be willfully wicked.

https://www.nationalreview.com/2005/01/big-sister-watching-you-whittaker-chambers/

This quote is from Whittaker Chambers’ famous review of Atlas Shrugged, but things have changed since 1957, when the review was written, and now much of writing is like this.