Help! Overwhelming success is ruining my legacy!
Or at least it might, had I any actual success to speak of. As of right now, I have to say my legacy is looking fairly safe.
But the other day, as I was perusing the all-powerful culture sections of the broadsheets, a thought suddenly struck me. Are successful authors derided without merit? Why are they hated so much?
Envy, of course. But is it something else? Is there a hipster tendency in all of us?
We’re led to believe that good literature must be important, and no literature can be important if it’s popular on a mass scale. In deriding popular literature, it helps if there are deficiencies in the writing to poke fun at (yes you, E.L. James) or if it’s considered too niche to count, regardless of cross genre appeal (RIP Terry Prachett).
But in general, achieving the status of bestseller before winning any literary prizes is enough…
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