Sometimes the authors themselves invite and regale in this kind of festive chicanery. Sometimes not. But this sort of thing - far more than useful or warranted - does exist.
Why does art and the attempts at interpretation thereof have to be useful or warranted? Festive chicanery sounds delightful to me. I would like more of that in my life, please.
In other words some works of writing often fiction but not necessarily are just elaborate exercises in getting away with balderdash.
In other words far too many mediocre works of the past still get top billing, than they rightly deserve largely because no one called out their bullshit.
HN should buck this trend and not join in adulation.
Do you have some concrete examples of works that fit these claims?