My educated guess that the apparent truism “TV is the new novel” gained heft when HBO bankrolled Lena Dunham's beautiful show about four girls who try to make it big in that savage city: New York. When it returns for its sixth and final season in February this year, I’ll be watching the proceedings with the disposition of someone waiting for the inevitable heartbreak. Each decade something so epochal comes across in the arts space that it sets the discourse for the zeitgeist. What Infinite Jest did to the ’90s, Wire to the aughts, Girls does the same for the

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