Robinson Crusoe (1719) We are told realism: a man, an island, a ledger of existence. No gods, no allegory. Just potatoes, goats, & Protestant anxiety.
And yet #RobinsonCrusoe is less a character than an accountant of his own ordeal. His inner life is thinner than his inventory lists. He does not become so much as persist. If this is the first novel, then the novel began as a tax document with fantastic scenery.
Worse, the novel masquerades as truth.








