Speaking of Elena Ferrante … A month or so after completing her Neapolitan tetralogy I’m still thinking, every day, about these books. It’s a mug’s game to guess about the ebbs and flows of literary reputation, the formation and alteration of canons, but I can’t keep myself from thinking: This is the Tolstoy of our time. The story of Lenu and Lila has that same curious quality Tolstoy’s great novels have: a calm and absolute assurance that makes their events and people seem preternaturally real.