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ID:z79jpKG8 No.7044249 View ViewReplyOriginalReport
Modern literature is truly the height of degeneracy.
It seems like wherever you run you can't avoid superfluous sex scenes and whether you like it or not will always run into uncalled for sexual innuendos and mentions of sex. To top it off, first-person narrative has become completely dull and soulless, even when it boils down to rather known first person authors like Bukowski or Jack Kerouac. If Dickens managed to convey all sorts of emotions in each line of his works ages before them, how come modern authors don't even try to be on par with him? The only work I have ever read that comes on par with his novels is The Catcher in The Rye and I can't seem to find any alternatives that describe teenagehood as accurately as Salinger.