“the next real literary ‘rebels’ in this country might well emerge as some weird bunch of anti-rebels, born oglers who dare somehow to back away from ironic watching. Who treat plain old untrendy human troubles and emotions in the U.S. life with reverence and conviction. Who eschew self-consciousness and hip fatigue. These anti-rebels would be outdated, of course, before they even started. Too sincere. Maybe that’ll be the point.
The new rebels might be artists willing to risk the yawn, the rolled eyes, the cool smile, the nudged ribs, the parody of the gifted ironists, the “oh, how banal.” To risk accusations of sentimentality, melodrama. Of overcredulity. Of softness.”
David Foster Wallace, E Unibus Pluram
An essay on the role of irony and television in U.S. Fiction.
Written in 1990, long before blogging began.