"Paucity of genuinely original novels"
Stephen Mitchelmore laments, as he puts it, the "paucity of genuinely original novels" in his blog
This blog has been quiet lately because I haven't been able to find the words to express how extremely I have felt recently about the way novels are written. How disjunctive to experience they seem; how novelistic; the work of craftsmen and showmen rather than mortals. And I don't mean that they're unrealistic. All genres, including supposedly literary fiction, seem to take for granted the space opened up by writing. Narrative as relief from the insufferable void of experience is indulged, celebrated even. To me, instead, it is a manifestation of despair.
What do you think? Have you felt the same? Or do you have proof to prove otherwise? Comment on!
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