“Literature has never had a future”
Aristophanes called Euripides “a cliche anthologist… and maker of ragamuffin manikins”; Samuel Pepys thought A Midsummer Night’s Dream “insipid and ridiculous”; Charlotte Bronte dismissed the work of Jane Austen; Zola pooh-poohed Les Fleurs du Mal; Henry James trashed Middlemarch, Wuthering Heights, and Our Mutual Friend. Everybody sneered at Moby-Dick. Le Figaro announced, when Madame Bovary was published, that “M. Falubert is not a writer”; Virginia Woolf called Ulysses “underbred”; and the Odessa Courier wrote of Anna Karenina, “Sentimental rubbish… Show me one page that contains an idea.”
Salman Rushdie, Step Across This Line, 2002
