A scholar named Gordon Hutner gave a talk at my university a few months ago. During the talk, he lamented that literature professors rarely talk about popular contemporary books—we’ve phased ourselves out of the conversation, leaving it mostly to journalists and novelists. There are plenty of reasons this might have happened (including but not limited to professorial snobbery), but more important is how this affects the general tone of book reviews today.
Journalists tend towards writing like this: “Book X is a tale of betrayal and deception. It begins with a car chase through downtown New York , and it ends with a fistfight atop the Pyramids of Giza . It’s a great read! Read it read it” i.e. book reviews are market tools! and the only important thing about a book is how preeminently saleable it is. Which leads to thumbs up/thumbs down appraisals as if the book is a glitzy gladiator.

Fellow novelists tend towards reviews like this: “Book X is a well-crafted tale of breathtaking ambition and unparalleled poise. Author Y’s careful juxtaposition of phrase and—” i.e. novelists are artists! and the only important thing about a novel is how artistic it is. Which leads to snappy blurb quotes but generally vacuous praise that sounds all the same.

So what do I think is missing from most book reviews today? History. Literary critics don’t see books as objects with price tags, nor do they see books purely as works of careful craft—they see them as historical artifacts, worthy of dissection. So in that spirit, I’d like to talk about the contemporary books I’m reading—from Game of Thrones to Mary Gaitskill—as windows to our society (American, late 20th and early 21st century) as it currently exists.
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