Why is it that whenever critics talk about new Literature --with a capital L-- it's always dark, ponderous and depressing? Why are none of the books that are pronounced "ground-breaking" or "stunning" (or whatever) funny?
Shakespeare was funny. Mark Twain was funny. Jane Austen was funny. I'm not so far out of high school English class to know that those are Classics --with a capital C.
So why can't the newer generation of Literature have humor? Have we become so shallow as to believe that laughter while reading is lowering?
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