I don’t think much literature is being produced today. Good literature requires skill. As a working book editor, most beginners don’t have it, because they’re beginners. And, because there is no editorial review or guidance, an ocean of mediocre, at best, ebooks have flooded internet sellers. Before the internet, publishing companies had reputations and the average number of editors on a book was four. Spelling and grammar are important, but a compelling story, or page turner, is the result of work and skill. Nothing’s changed. But now that people have access to a very powerful, global communications medium, a lot of junk is floating around out there, followed by: “Why isn’t my book selling?” Nothing personal but it contains all of the mistakes I saw in pre-internet manuscripts.
Writers call me and though I can’t see their faces, I know their eyes glaze over when I use words like atmosphere, mood, pacing and other genre specific terms. They don’t get it. It’s not in their mental toolbox.
There are a few “modern art” magazines out there. One publishes the piece on one page, and on the opposite page, the artist describes what the piece means. If you need a little shock therapy, read some articles. If you put a gun to my head and asked me to describe each piece, I’d be dead. Every single time, my reaction to the description boils down to: “You might think that but no way the average viewer would think that. No way.” It’s unintelligible. Art is a communications medium. If I can’t tell what something is, I ignore it. Or I am disgusted by what is included in it, like animal dung.
Art hasn’t been abandoned, but rigorous training has been. You can put anything on the internet. Why bother with real galleries? Or real people? Or museums?