I read to the lighthouse, not far away in time from when I read methods, and I was annoyed or confused about why I was reading it. And there was a while ten years ago when satantango and gravity’s rainbow were occupying a massive subset of my brain at all times, so I’m not like “too dumb for litfic” or whatever.
Sure. Not everyone has to like every book! I don’t like Don Quixote, which has frequently been claimed to be the greatest novel ever. I loved War and Peace when I was 18, but I’d cooled on its conservatism and misogyny when I last read it, though I still understood why people see it as “great”.
But I do think there is a tendency towards the grandiose and speculative in rationalist/nerd taste and away from the realist*, domestic, psychological, etc that I (probably pompously) think can be a bit limiting. Analogous to preferring Wagner to Mozart in opera, or prog metal to the Velvet Underground in “serious” rock music. (Also reminds me of Holden Karnosfky’s blogpost about being baffled by why Pet Sounds has such a strong reputation among rock critics when its so “pop” and allegedly lacking in “complexity”) I’ve never read Satantango, but Gravity’s Rainbow is verging pretty strongly on sci-fi, and has a very apocalyptic vibe, and a general desire to overwhelm.
Not that I’m slagging it: I really liked Gravity’s Rainbow when I read it, though that’s 18 years ago now, and I’ve hated the other Pynchon I’ve tried since. And I’m not slagging also being massive nerd. I will never be a huge prog/metal fan, but I have just leapt from replaying Dragon Age: Inquisition to starting Baldur’s Gate III.
*Technically speaking, I think “To the Lighthouse” is modernism not realism as lit profs would classify it.. But in this context that really just means “about posh people, not about a war, dense prose, interior monologues’, which isn’t really incompatible with “realism” in any ordinary sense.
I read to the lighthouse, not far away in time from when I read methods, and I was annoyed or confused about why I was reading it. And there was a while ten years ago when satantango and gravity’s rainbow were occupying a massive subset of my brain at all times, so I’m not like “too dumb for litfic” or whatever.
Sure. Not everyone has to like every book! I don’t like Don Quixote, which has frequently been claimed to be the greatest novel ever. I loved War and Peace when I was 18, but I’d cooled on its conservatism and misogyny when I last read it, though I still understood why people see it as “great”.
But I do think there is a tendency towards the grandiose and speculative in rationalist/nerd taste and away from the realist*, domestic, psychological, etc that I (probably pompously) think can be a bit limiting. Analogous to preferring Wagner to Mozart in opera, or prog metal to the Velvet Underground in “serious” rock music. (Also reminds me of Holden Karnosfky’s blogpost about being baffled by why Pet Sounds has such a strong reputation among rock critics when its so “pop” and allegedly lacking in “complexity”) I’ve never read Satantango, but Gravity’s Rainbow is verging pretty strongly on sci-fi, and has a very apocalyptic vibe, and a general desire to overwhelm.
Not that I’m slagging it: I really liked Gravity’s Rainbow when I read it, though that’s 18 years ago now, and I’ve hated the other Pynchon I’ve tried since. And I’m not slagging also being massive nerd. I will never be a huge prog/metal fan, but I have just leapt from replaying Dragon Age: Inquisition to starting Baldur’s Gate III.
*Technically speaking, I think “To the Lighthouse” is modernism not realism as lit profs would classify it.. But in this context that really just means “about posh people, not about a war, dense prose, interior monologues’, which isn’t really incompatible with “realism” in any ordinary sense.