A blog, by Steve, in the guise of a g-chat away message:
When I was a boy, the bestselling books were often the books that
were on your piano teacher's shelf. I mean, Steinbeck, Hemingway, some Faulkner. Faulkner actually had, considering how hard he is to read, and how drastic the experiments are, quite a middle-class readership. But certainly someone like Steinbeck was a bestseller as well as a Nobel Prize-winning author of high intent. You don't feel that now. I don't feel that we have the merger of serious and pop— it's gone, dissolving. Tastes have coarsened.

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