Imagine looking at a guy's bookshelf and seeing

>DFW
>Pynchon
>Joyce
>Turgenev and maybe some other Russians
>Nabokov
>Hitchens
>Lovecraft
>Dahl
>a few history books
>a few scifi or fantasy books

>no female authors
>nothing to project softness, emotional depth, or even a simple openness to life

You just know he's reading for reputation, superiority over connection. A purely internal life.