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Why Read New Books by Tim Parks- New York Review of Books blog
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Thank you for posting, Michelle. Definitely a relevant essay for this group. It's got me pondering whether knowing ahead of time that a book has good critical reception is better or worse than knowing little about it. While I'm inclined to give a book a better chance if I know that people I respect admired it, it also feels as it sometimes my reaction to a books is partially a response against (or for) previous opinions. In a world with infinite time, I think the best way to read books might be to read it once with no foreknowledge, then again after knowing what other people thought of it.
Linda, interesting, I have the opposite problem from you. I need to read complex sentences, as I get little out of them on audio. In discussions with my friends who prefer audio, there seems to be something of a "left brain / right brain" split when it comes to people's preferences.
Linda, interesting, I have the opposite problem from you. I need to read complex sentences, as I get little out of them on audio. In discussions with my friends who prefer audio, there seems to be something of a "left brain / right brain" split when it comes to people's preferences.


As a whole, I like to alternate between established literary classics and contemporary literary novels.

Yes, the emotional depth is immeasurable and thus subjective, but structurally, modern writers are better equipped with modern techniques and know how to control the plot and where to speed up to add edginess and where to slow down to add melancholy to the narrative. They also have massive cultural heritage to study and iconic and classic examples to follow and emulate. In addition, modern writers most certainly rely on editors who help them structurally and semantically with novels and short-stories. As a result, modern literary fiction does not suffer from the problems Dickens and the ilk did - inconsistent plot, lost characters who suddenly and unwillingly turn into Deux ex machina, pointless ramblings, and other irrelevant passages.
The problem with modern literary fiction is the ever increasing number of people who are literate and are often looking for an emotional outlet of creative writing. So we live in the world that generates an ever- growing number of good writers due to a number of circumstances (life expectancy, exposure to other literary masterpieces, education, 'literary literacy'. etc) who have to fight for a smaller audience.
One day we might live in the world with the ratio 1:1 (reader:writer). It would be indeed a pain in the neck to choose what book to read next.
On the other hand, the emotional depth of fiction is hard to classify, and as we all are able to experience the same emotions as people did hundreds and thousands years ago, the talent to capture the spirit of human existence is as rare as it was.
I know my post might sound somewhat irrelevant, but there are people who do not feel comfortable reading modern literary fiction, believing that nothing, NOTHING will surpass the quality of the classics. They stick to their own comfort zone and discard immediately literary fiction as pretentious.
In my humble opinion, modern fiction is definitely an uncharted territory even if there are excellent reviews, but that feeling of novelty, freshness, simultaneity, new things to come is very tantalizing.
With all due respect and love, classical novels are mostly finite in number while with modern literary fiction there is always the promise of new things, better things, more exciting things to come.
Just yesterday or so I was thinking, well, if I'm not inclined to "give" a book 5 stars, maybe a finger of my own was burnt in the reading. Such fingers might be emotional and personal -- and I want them both to be fiddling around in my reading and the writer's writing -- but the useless ones are conceptual, all loaded up with demandations.
Adding: those demandations are to be encountered and addressed in one's own writing. But to read well, first we accept what's found. (On the page, under falling leaves, within another's psyche, etc.)