There's a recalibration happening with modernism. Mid-century critics placed authors like Hemingway and Faulkner on untouchable pedestals. While they're still respected, there's more critical examination of their limitations and a simultaneous elevation of their peers, like Zora Neale Hurston, who were overlooked at the time.
Climate fiction is doing for our era what industrial novels did for the 19th century—documenting the radical change and anxiety of a society. Just as Dickens's depictions of London are now 'historical literature,' I suspect the best cli-fi will be read as essential documentation of our turning point, guaranteeing it a future place on lists.
Genre fiction's rise is a huge part of the story. Fifty years ago, a 'best of' list would almost never include science fiction or fantasy. Now, you see Le Guin, Asimov, or even contemporary series getting nods. The wall between 'literary' and 'genre' has serious cracks, and that's changed the landscape completely.
Economic factors are underexplored. Which books stay in print? Which get the lush Penguin Classics deluxe treatment? Which are assigned in high schools because the royalties are cheap? Practicalities of publishing and education create a feedback loop that keeps certain books in the spotlight and allows others to vanish.
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My voice trembled. "Where are you?"
He panicked and mumbled that the company had an emergency before hanging up.
I tried calling again, but the line was busy.
The next day, he posted an update on his social media.
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The caption read: [If we had been a little braver back then...]
A friend commented: [Where is your wife?]
I stared at his reply: [She's sick and resting at home.]
Three expired train tickets sat on the table as my eyes welled up with tears.
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A pack of lies.
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