
Many column inches have been dedicated to the downtown New York literary scene and its hot twentysomething figureheads who are chronically online but also write autofiction and make zines in their spare time.
Madeline Cash could easily fit the bill. The 29-year-old lived in Manhattan’s Chinatown (though she recently traded it for Clapton), started an indie magazine called Forever, and wrote a collection of short stories that was summarised by her publisher as “the paperback that swallowed the smartphone”.