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Edited on Thu Apr-26-07 09:07 AM by Crisco
It looks like the influence of modern lit may finally be waning from fashion, or perhaps I'm just hopelessly out of date. It used to be that if you wanted good creds as a literary hipster, you had to worship at the feet of Kerouac, Toole, Kundera, Joyce, Rushdie, etc.
And it seems like from the 1980s on, if you wanted an actual story you'd be forced to make a choice between mindless page turners, a la DaVinci Code, and beautiful prose that went absolutely nowhere (Dunces). Literary masturbation more or less reigned. I retreated to Dumas, De Maupassant, and non-fiction. I confess that, outside of Handmaiden's Tale, Atwood annoyed me.
In the past two years I've picked up a few great books in the traditional mode that have been very well received, if not unquestionable commercial successes (Misfortune, How to Get Lost, Wicked) that have some actual ideas + stories. Then, there're the Potter books. I passed initially; read a first page of one of them and wasn't impressed, but I just picked up Order of the Pheonix and am happily surprised by how much the prose has improved.
If I'm not just imagining it, it's a great development. Nothing *really against* 20th century modern, it just wasn't for me - and apparently for a lot of others, or else the genre novel have been as successful as it was.
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