I’m not ready to do stand-up comedy.
My delivery sucks.
But yesterday I was picking up on a strange “anybody-can-go-to-Oxford” vibe at The Guardian.
The Guardian book page is dumbing down to advocate genre fiction.
And Oxford alumnae are facilitating the process.
For instance, Elizabeth Edmondson, an Oxford-educated author of historical novels and historical and contemporary romantic comedies, wrote that Jane Austen did not write literary fiction and that her books today would not be considered literary fiction.
If you or I had written that, it would have been dismissed as nonsense, because it is nonsense, and because we went to the University of Mississippi, not Oxford.
Actually, we didn’t go to the University of Mississippi, but it is in Oxford, Mississippi. (Get it?)
Edmondson’s was one of four articles adapted from speeches by Oxford alumnae who participated recently in a genre fiction debate at the Oxford Literary Festival. The debate was chaired by Claire Armistead, the Guardian’s literary editor and an Oxford alumna.
Heavens, you can’t publish such egregious shit in the U.S. unless you sleep with someone. Those Oxford girls have it easy!
Two of the four articles on genre vs. literary were good, one was hugely condescending, and Edmondson’s was just batty. So I’m not saying all Oxford alumnae are idiots, just half of them.
Couldn’t the standards at the book page be raised again?
No, because it is about selling papers.