Gee, NYT, god forbid you could actually write about the literatures written by and for working class readers over the past hundred and fifty years in your deeply flawed and otherwise ridiculous piece on class and fiction. Read some Michael Denning, for christ sakes.

And by the way, this:

On television and in the movies now, and even in the pages of novels, people tend to dwell in a classless, homogenized American Never-Never Land. This place is an upgrade, but not a drastic one, from the old neighborhood where Beaver, Ozzie and Harriet, and Donna Reed used to live; it's those yuppified city blocks where the friends on "Friends" and the "Seinfeld" gang had their apartments, or in the now more fashionable version, it's part of the same exurb as One Tree Hill and Wisteria Lane - those airbrushed suburbs where all the cool young people hang out and where the pecking order of sex and looks has replaced the old hierarchy of jobs and money.

isn't classless and homogenized, it just happens to be your class represented as normative and universal. But don't mistake Seinfeld, famous for its Othering representations of ethnicized and racialized subalterned populations as cheap background jokes to the solipsistic faux-upper west side of Larry David's yuppie protagonists' ennui humor, for "classless."