From Gary Shteyngart‘s conversation with Alex Shephard at Full Stop:
It used to be that novelists wanted to entertain. Huckleberry Finn: helluva read. Portnoy’s Complaint, a big monologue aimed at an unsuspecting audience: hilarious. If it wasn’t funny, who gave a shit? Some dude has problems with his mom? Whatever. So that’s always at the basis of what I’m trying to do. I don’t want literature – literary fiction – to be ghettoized, to be this tiny little thing that’s only read by the people who write it. That’s the worst thing – poetry is basically already in that condition. [Emphasis mine]
Gad! When novelists take notice that poetry’s in trouble…
To be fair, Shteyngart is both a cut above most novelists and drops hints here and there that he has a decent knowledge of poetry… but yes, isn't there some serious trouble?