It has occurred to me in recent years that, sometimes, novels with which you were not so impressed as a younger man can contain scenes that hang around in memory for decades, often because they contain the seeds of a truth that you only understand, or recognise, after more life experience.*
This has left me feeling that I should try reading modern fiction again, because now I may appreciate insights into character and behaviour more quickly, and not have to wait decades to appreciate it fully.
But - it seems that modern literary fiction is dominated by women, and looking at synopses of the popular novels around, I find their choice of topics rather uninspiring. (I don't know who this guy is, but I don't find much to disagree with in his post Is fiction too female coded?)
My other lament, which I have mentioned before in the context of movies, is that the weird political scene in the US, and the culture wars generally, seems extremely ripe for fictional, probably satirical, treatment; but it just isn't happening, as far as I can tell. Where (as other have asked) is the modern Tom Wolfe?
I have given up on science fiction, as "it's all been done before", and
I remain steadfastly resistant to fantasy. I know a lot of people
liked Terry Pratchett, but I'm not drawn to his oeuvre.
Do I blame authors, publishers, or the book buyers themselves? Probably all them, to some degree.
I guess I can always go back and read some of the famous 20th century authors who I never got around to - but I'm not sure who to start with, and besides, I do feel I want something set in the contemporary world too, because it has become so strange!
So yeah, I am not sure what to read that is set close to the current day, and it's bothering me.
* Admittedly, sometimes it's memorable only because of a surprise element, which is not such an achievement. Other stories sometimes come back to mind for no obvious reason, even when I remember at the time of reading it I may have been pretty dismissive of its quality and thought it was a bit of a waste of time. I really don't know how my father's brain worked in this regard - he would get my mother to go to the library about once a fortnight and take out (I think) three books - always "mainstream" novels and not particularly literary or genre based - and would read them all. He wasn't fussy, although I suppose my Mum always chose books that looked of interest to men, not women. Anyhow, how much of these stories stuck in his head; or does reading fiction constantly work like an overwriting of the memory banks?