Is the novel dead as a meaningful art form?

Can& #39;t think of recent novels that were serious literary works, politically, philosophically, or along any other dimension that matters. Mostly self-indulgent amusements about some self-regarding class (neurotic, affluent NYers, etc.).
Houellebecq is one exception.

Also, can& #39;t think of a recent novel that was a proper cultural event, whose arrival was heralded as worthy of collective attention. & #39;The Corrections& #39; (ages ago now) is perhaps the last example. This could also just reflect media fracture.
Maybe something by Hornby as a more recent novelistic event?

Or maybe I just don& #39;t read the weekend book reviews as religiously as I used to.
Ok. Now that I think about it:

& #39;The Reluctant Fundamentalist& #39; by Hamid was interesting.

As was & #39;American War& #39; by El Akkad.

McCarthy is also there.

Who else?
I on the other hand think nobody captures our zeitgeist better than Houellebecq, and he predicted contemporary weirdnesses like incel culture decades before they happened. :)

That said, which of Sebald would you most recommend?
What other novelist examines the modern condition in its ruthless, hedonist absurdity?

I take it you& #39;re freaking out about Submission, not his best work IMO.

Americans have never loved him, that& #39;s for sure.
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