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By
Dan Piepenbring
April 21, 2015
On the Shelf
The Brox Sisters tuning a radio, ca. 1920s.
Historically, U.S. novelists have made their subject “the American dream,” starry-eyed and ambiguous as it may be—but “
has the American dream run out of road
? Perhaps an exhaustion with national myths explains the recent advent of post-apocalyptic literature … When the dream has been blown to bits for more than a century, all that’s left is to tell bleak stories of human survival set in the wreckage of a junkyard.”
Today in blunt, clear-eyed statistics: one in six writers did not earn any money from their writing in 2013,
a new report from The Authors’ Licensing and Collecting Society said
, “though 98 percent saying their work had been published or used in other ways. 11.5 percent of authors now earn a living solely from their writing—down from 40 percent a decade ago.”
Norway has announced that it will cease FM radio broadcasts in 2017, and others are expected to follow suit—meaning
the age of analog may be drawing to a close
.
Critics, Saul Bellow felt, “ought to provide useful encouragement and then get the hell out of the way. This … helps to explain the lifelong tension between Bellow and Lionel Trilling, the leading critic of his time … Bellow greet[ed] Trilling at a party: ‘
Still peddling the same old horseshit, Lionel
?’ ”
“I feel about so-called intellectuals, especially academics—English professors in particular—almost the same way I once felt about my rural townsfolk: that
I can’t get far enough away
. At least, I have come to learn, there was among my fellow country dwellers an engaging suspicion of pomposity, a strange verbal lyricism, a physical vigor, and the deep lonesomeness of Celtic immigrants who sense ‘I shouldn’t really be here.’ ”
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