I know that I haven't posted on here for while, and jumping right in may not be an ideal reacquainting tactic, but it seems to me modern books are loosing the class, value, and individuality that they once held dear. Plots are disguised rehashes of classics or other books; readers no longer know the books by the reason they read, but the reason they buy. They know them by the combination of title and author, not the giddy feeling of excitement and thrill one feels when one reads a truly exceptional piece of literature.
Our inner ear, that ally to readers the world over, rebels at the sentences of today's world, the lack of literacy in our literature. The inner ear doesn't rebel for the sake of a battle, but for the sake of readers, for us. It is loosing its keen sense of hearing and style. The type of writing that challenged our senses, and spurred our imagination is slipping into an abyss. The writing that used words and phrases that taught, not just entertained. "Give them bread and circuses," said Roman poet Juvenal. And that's what we get in our literature.
I know many will disagree with me, probably the vast majority, but I just feel like putting this down so. . .