thereâs no point in criticizing a book nobody else has heard of). I could easily give you examples of these books, but I donât need toâjust look at your own bookshelf and note any book that you wouldnât even know existed if you didnât somehow happen to possess a copy. The bulk of fantasy fiction lives in this category, along with the lesser vampire novels and self-published memoirs and self-help books that donât go viral and non-salacious unauthorized biographies and dense literary fiction that appealed only to the lone acquisition editor who got fired for acquiring it. Which is not to suggest that these books are necessarily bad, because that kind of subjective deliberation isnât even on the table.
These books are just books.
They were produced in a factory, they were made available in multiple bookstores, and (even in the worst-casescenario) at least five hundred strangers took them home or downloaded them in exchange for money. If you put the authorâs name and the exact title into a search engine, it will be the first entry. The books can be found in public libraries, but not all public libraries. Their technical, physical similarities to
Goodbye, Columbus
are greater than the differences, but the key difference is that no one cared about them at the time of their release. Which will make them that much greater if someone eventually does.
So thatâs the pyramid.
Now, if the world were logical, certain predictions could be made about what bricks from that pyramid will have the greatest likelihood of remaining intact after centuries of erosion. Devoid of all other information, a betting man would have to select a level-one writer like Roth, just as any betting man would take the Yankees if forced to wager on who will win the World Series one hundred seasons from now. If you donât know what the weather will be like tomorrow, assume it will be pretty much the same as today. But this would require an astonishing cultural stasis. It would not simply mean that the way we presently consume and consider Roth will be the way Roth is consumed and considered forevermore; it would mean that the manner in which we value and assess
all novels
will remain unchanged. It also means Roth must survive his inevitable post-life reevaluation by the first generation of academics who werenât born until he was already gone, a scenario where there will be no room for advancement and plenty of room for diminishing perceptions (no future contrarian can provocatively claim, âRoth is actually better than everyone thought at the time,â becauseâat the timeâeveryone accepted that he was viewed asremarkable). He is the safest bet, but still not a safe bet. Which is why I find myself fixated on the third and sixth tiers of my imaginary triangle: âthe unrated.â As specific examples, they all face immeasurable odds. But as a class, they share certain perverse advantages. One is that they are insulated against the shifting perception of commercial success. 17 Another is the narrative potential of the unsung, unappreciated hero. But the advantage that matters most is the one thatâs also most obvious: Unrated books are a neutral charge. The weight of history is not there. They have the ability to embody whatever people want, without the complication of reinvention.
I am, against my better judgment, making a prediction: I am predicting that the future world will be fundamentally unlike our present world. And this prediction can be seen as either risky or safe, depending on how far you extend the timeline. Ask anyone reading
Anna Karenina
in the present day what they think of the story, and they will often mention how surprisingly contemporary it seems. That would suggest the 1877 age of Tolstoy is essentially similar to the age of today, and that the only antiquated details are the details that donât matter. Part of me would like to believe this will always be true. But
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