Here is my list of favorite books, in no particular order:
Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo
1984 by George Orwell
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
Animal Farm by George Orwell
All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque
Lord of the Flies
Based on this information, I would say that I enjoy best works of the twentieth century before the eighties. I find most post-seventies books distasteful, as it seems to me that writers nowadays are churning out fifty books a year and getting terribly rich. I think that the shelves are saturated with horrors, romances, and thrillers that primarily serve to fill the pockets of the author and perhaps as a means of escaping the hardships of modern-day capitalistic life. In short, the art of good writing has been lost to us. Our materialism has extended itself to our literature, and now very few books stimulate your brain. They merely relieve the tension that builds up during those long work hours.
However, I can not enjoy most works dating before the twentieth century, with very few exceptions (A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, Don Quixote de la Mancha, etc.).
Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo
1984 by George Orwell
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
Animal Farm by George Orwell
All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque
Lord of the Flies
Based on this information, I would say that I enjoy best works of the twentieth century before the eighties. I find most post-seventies books distasteful, as it seems to me that writers nowadays are churning out fifty books a year and getting terribly rich. I think that the shelves are saturated with horrors, romances, and thrillers that primarily serve to fill the pockets of the author and perhaps as a means of escaping the hardships of modern-day capitalistic life. In short, the art of good writing has been lost to us. Our materialism has extended itself to our literature, and now very few books stimulate your brain. They merely relieve the tension that builds up during those long work hours.
However, I can not enjoy most works dating before the twentieth century, with very few exceptions (A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, Don Quixote de la Mancha, etc.).