Pretentious Literary Elitism  

Posted by -Slamel-

    Apparently I have finally experienced the Change. Before you start rejoicing at my ascent through puberty, let me assure you, that has already occurred, at least a week ago. I'm sure of it. The change I am referring to is more metaphysical in nature.

    I'm not sure, even, what served as the catalyst for my miraculous metamorphosis, and perhaps it isn't a sole cataclysmic event that is to blame.The accusation has been leveled, and the gauntlet thrown. I have been dubbed, at least indirectly, as a Pretentious Literary Elitist.

    To some it may not come as a world-shattering shock to think that my ego has inflated enough to earn me the said title. However, like I said, I'm not sure when this development of snobbery happened. I had always just imagined myself as as sci-fi, fantasy, and horror geek. Albeit, one of impeccable discerning tastes, that are most likely superior to yours.

    Now just because your favorite authors have no conception of the architecture needed for an engaging plot, lack the necessary social understanding to make believable and interesting characters, and have, let's be honest, downright hideous pictures of themselves in the 'About the Author' section, there is no reason to believe that I'm being an elitist because my favorite authors are not only incredibly attractive, but masters of their craft. That doesn't mean I am a book snob. Or does it...?

    Have I become the critical emo-music-freak-with-an-attitude equivalent for the world of literature? If so, I won't bother with excuses, denials, or defenses. I suppose I'll simply locate a tweed jacket as soon as possible and revel in my obvious superiority.

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I like how you are playing with prejudices, but I'm not sure I share your view. Basically what you're saying is that it is snobbish to appreciate the finer things in life be it beautiful women, great literature or whatever else. Snobbery is more an attitude, often a very arrogant one too. :) So as long you don't get that silly tweed jacket with leather patches, corduroy pants and acetate reading glasses in tortoise and on top of that act like you're better than everyone else at least I will not be calling you a snob. If it is pretentious or not... well that's a whole other thing. ;)

July 27, 2009 at 7:50 AM

You recently turned me on to the book "The City & The City" by Mieville. It was certainly not the kind of book I ever would have picked up on my own. But I have really enjoyed reading it. It made me think and expand my literary horizons. If this is n example of your "Pretentious Literary Elitism", then all I can say is......Accepted!!!

July 27, 2009 at 9:05 AM

Rather than a tweed jacket I think you need a pair of skinny jeans.

July 27, 2009 at 9:14 AM

The City and The City is a pretty stark departure from Mieville's earlier stuff, but he has touched on almost every genre. Its less sweeping, but definately more mind-boggling. I have all of his books and haven't been disappointed by many of them.

July 27, 2009 at 9:52 AM

Wow! First, may I have your permission to use this in my classroom to teach my students about using voice and wit in their writing? Second, please get the tweed jacket (but don't wear it with the skinny jeans). Third, I await your post-apocalyptic novel with baited breath... if it's half the quality of this blog entry it will be a best-seller.

July 27, 2009 at 2:20 PM

Also- you weren't kidding. Your favorite authors are good looking...

July 27, 2009 at 2:30 PM

Of course you can use it. That's flattering.

July 27, 2009 at 3:23 PM
Brandon Jeppson  

I like your blog's skin.

July 27, 2009 at 5:37 PM

This prompted a psychic mind-meld between Nick and I. Stay tuned for details...

July 30, 2009 at 10:14 AM

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