In talking with our online editor the other day, we stumbled upon an idea that we think has some merit. It will take a moment to set up, so please bear with me.
We were talking about films, specifically those films that are, on the whole, pretty bad, but merit repeated viewing for that one inspired scene that lifts the whole film from the doldrums.
My best example: “High Fidelity.” This is not a great film (I know, the horror), but I continue to watch it when it’s on only for the series of scenes where Tim Robbins’ character confronts our protagonist in his record store and John Cusack’s character imagines ways he and his merry band of misfit co-workers (Doesn’t that sound hackneyed? I told you that film was bad.) could do physical harm to the aging hippie. That’s a great scene stuck in a bad film.
The discussion of that film brought us to how bad, in general, modern literature written by those of us under 40 is. Why is that? It’s not for lack of people that can write (and by that I mean people who can use the English language in ways that we should want to remember). The late David Foster Wallace could write (though on subjects that tended to be a tad outlandish, if not pretentious). Chuck Palahniuk can write. There are folks out there who have a talent for using the language and have ideas that speak to those of us not on our deathbeds.
Then, the conversation turned. Why does Palahniuk seem to speak to us more than Hornby? There are a thousand answers to that, many of them having to do with the idea that Hornby writes cute, tidy little novels that make us all feel good about our station in life. One theory that intrigued me in the discussion, though, was that class, as an idea, may be past its time in a pop culture sense.
British authors who won’t let this idea go, please listen up: I don’t care that Emma, the pauper’s daughter, wants to marry Little Lord Larry, but can’t because human class structure won’t hear of it (Oh, the tragedy!). It’s not just me. NOBODY CARES.
Within the structure of our popular culture, class has been obliterated. We, regardless of our income, watch the same shows and films, listen to the same music, go to the same clubs (in atmosphere, if not exactly the same ones), do the same drugs, etc.
The parts of ourselves given over to petty amusements (for some of us those parts are larger than others) have all come together in the same place now. This is not to say that there aren’t still serious poverty issues or class inequities, there are. But we’re in a unique age that has seen what is popular become within reach of literally anyone. This is why class issues, as the subject of popular entertainment, aren’t really viable anymore.
John Cusack doesn’t normally lend himself to discussions of this nature, but so be it. I’m interested in what you may think about this idea, so email me if you think I’m off base (or if you think it’s worth somebody’s time to read Hornby. Prove it to me, though).

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Nick Danna