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Three authors whose books also sold countless copies during that period may be more familiar. One is Zane Grey, a midwestern dentist who made his mark writing popular western novels, many of which can still be found in bookstores. When my father-in-law was a lad, Grey was his favorite author, and late in his life, when he was nearly blind, my wife read Zane Grey stories to him, giving him a reminder of his youth.
My mother-in-law, on the other hand, grew up reading books by Gene Stratton-Porter, another popular author of the 1920s. At her death she still had a fine collection of Stratton-Porter novels. Smithsonian recently ran an article about Gene Stratton-Porter, calling her "America's unsung naturalist." The Limberlost area this author wrote about, not far from where my mother-in-law spent her youth, is now a nature preserve in eastern Indiana.
Another of the writers Bryson mentions is familiar less for his books than for his most famous character, Tarzan. This is Edgar Rice Burroughs.
Bryson's comments on these writers makes me wonder yet again about which of today's writers will be remembered at all a century from now. Who are today's Hemingways and Fitzgeralds? Who are the Wrights, Striplings and Deepings? And who are the Greys, Stratton-Porters and Burroughs?
On the most recent list of bestsellers I find the names John Grisham, James Patterson, David Baldacci, Jennifer Weiner, Scott Turow and Danielle Steele. Will any of their books still be read, or even in print, in the 22nd century? I doubt it.
There would seem to be two paths to literary immortality (or at least staying power): the popular path and the highbrow path. The former requires a book or a character, as with Burroughs, that will be remembered. A popular movie can help, as in the case of Gone with the Wind or The Wizard of Oz. Some books just remain popular with each new generation, such as Charlotte's Web or the works of C.S. Lewis. It certainly seems possible that at least one of Stephen King's novels or perhaps something on the order of The Life of Pi might remain in print for a very long time.
As for the other path, that taken by Faulkner, Fitzgerald, Eliot and company, that depends upon whom the professors of literature and literary critics of tomorrow decide is worthy of their attention. Sometimes writers considered minor in their own times are later honored for their greatness. There may be no way to predict what will happen in the future. Those writing today are writing for today, today's concerns addressed for today's readers. Yet some of these books will also speak to discerning readers of tomorrow about concerns that are timeless. Who can say now which ones they might be?
Dear Terry,
ReplyDeleteNorine here, from a year ago, in March, when I met you and your wife, back when I had the episode with my swollen wrist. I was in the same room. Ukulele? Just wondering from time to time how everything turned out. I've no way to communicate other than your wonderful blog. I think of you both often, and I pop in to read your reviews on authors as time permits. I have been busy, not only with my music, but meeting new people who lead to expanding my experience. Recently, through Ukulele, I've met a published author who lives in Tarpon Springs. She has a writer's group there and I will be joining them. Who knows, maybe I'll finally be brave enough to push that children's series out there. Lol. Fear of punctuation and such, make me melt into a puddle of mush!!! Lol. Well, that's it for now. I've feared contacting you, worried about the news that might take my heart away, but still, with a small hope, I pray that news has a beam of light in it.
Ever Strumming, Norine Mungo
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So good to hear from you and that you are still strumming merrily. I may have forgotten your name, but not you or your ukulele.
DeleteMy news is not so good. Linda died from liver cancer last July 12. I miss her terribly every day. I avoid personal stuff in my blog, unless it relates directly to what I am writing about. So that's why you have seen nothing about it. I am pleased you read this blog sometimes. Often I wonder if anyone does.
Terry