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Sun 4 Jun, 2023 01:55 pm
I was what midlist fiction used to be in the forties: critically ignored, genre-oriented (in my case the genre was Lovely Young Woman on Her Own Meets Fascinating Stranger), but well compensated and with the kind of shabby acceptance accorded to state-sanctioned whorehouses in Nevada, the feeling seeming to be that some outlet for the baser instincts should be provided and someone had to do That Sort of Thing. (from Bag of Bones by King)
The main character is a writer and he is talking about his books and ranking in best-seller list. I didn't understand the bold parts. Please, can someone explain them to me?
@AlexMiller,
I don't see any
bold parts. But the mildly self-deprecating character is assessing his work, understanding that such pedestrian material does serve some social function, as not all readers seek the sort of challenges posed by higher, more artistic, styles of literature.
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