A judge for the Noble Prize for Literature said professional writers suck and are dragging everyone down with them. Judge Horace Engdahl remarked, “Previously, writers would work as taxi drivers, clerks, secretaries and waiters to make a living. Samuel Beckett and many others lived like this. It was hard – but they fed themselves, from a literary perspective.”
They soaked in Parisian culture too, which I assume is important to the world of letters. Honestly I can’t tell if Engdahl is making a great point or a silly one. On the surface of it, he seems to be the voice of the establishment complaining that the establishment is cannibalizing itself.
Observer critic Robert McCrum said: “Engdahl’s bracing remarks reflect quite a lot of informal comment within some senior parts of the literary community, especially those grey cadres that are anti-American. At face value, these comments are an odd mixture of grumpy old man and Nordic romantic. I’m not sure that the author’s garret is the guarantor of excellence.”
As far as I’m aware, most writers are Average Joes who love to tell stories to other Average Joes.
I’d agree with Engdahl. Forcedly whimsical, cutesy workshop writing is too easily spotted and lacks all authenticity, while all the academic novelists holed up in their comfy tenures have nothing to tell us.