The unlikable protagonist sets up a delicious tension in any work of art; we don’t like them, so we automatically dismiss everything they hold to be true, until slowly, almost imperceptibly, we start to recognize a little bit of ourselves in them. Once that happens, we can’t help but hate ourselves, just a little: “If I see this much of myself in that character, how much more might be there that I’m not seeing?

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