As you probably know, I believe there are writers and authors. Writers create art. Authors produce commercial crap for entertainment purposes. Make no mistake, I’m all for commercial crap. I’m a huge fan of mystery novels, for instance, and feel grateful to their authors for entertaining me.
What really creeps me out, though, is when creators of entertainment fare berate other creators of entertainment fare for not producing great literature. What can be more ridiculous than somebody like Ursula Le Guin ranting against “packaged microwavable fiction [that] ruins the taste, destabilizes the moral blood pressure, and makes the mind obese”? She made a fortune out of selling precisely this kind of product. There is zero reason for her to feel condescending towards others who do the same.

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