Thoughts and meanderings of a would-be novelist

 

The truth is, everyone likes to look down on someone. If your favorites are all avant-garde writers who throw in Sanskrit and German, you can look down on everyone. If your favorites are all Oprah Book Club books, you can at least look down on mystery readers. Mystery readers have sci-fi readers. Sci-fi can look down on fantasy. And yes, fantasy readers have their own snobbishness. I’ll bet this, though: in a hundred years, people will be writing a lot more dissertations on Harry Potter than on John Updike. Look, Charles Dickens wrote popular fiction. Shakespeare wrote popular fiction - until he wrote his sonnets, desperate to show the literati of his day that he was real artist. Edgar Allan Poe tied himself in knots because no one realized he was a genius. The core of the problem is how we want to define “literature”. The Latin root simply means “letters”. Those letters are either delivered - they connect with an audience - or they don’t. For some, that audience is a few thousand college professors and some critics. For others, its twenty million women desperate for romance in their lives. Those connections happen because the books successfully communicate something real about the human experience. Sure, there are trashy books that do really well, but that’s because there are trashy facets of humanity. What people value in their books - and thus what they count as literature - really tells you more about them than it does about the book.

Brent Weeks (via victoriousvocabulary)

victoriousvocabulary:

DOLEFUL
[adjective]
sorrowful; mournful; melancholy; sadness; dreary.
Etymology: ultimately derived from Latin dolor, equivalent to dol(ēre), “to feel pain”.
[Bill Carman]

victoriousvocabulary:

DOLEFUL

[adjective]

sorrowful; mournful; melancholy; sadness; dreary.

Etymology: ultimately derived from Latin dolor, equivalent to dol(ēre), “to feel pain”.

[Bill Carman]

The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages.

Inkheart - Cornelia Funke (via looneylunamyrtle)