Ain’t Nobody Got Time for Dickens (or more accurately Defoe)
The 21st century is a scary and exciting time for literature. We live in a world of snazzy Buzzfeed articles and bite-sized news disseminated through social media. People are more literate than they’ve ever been and most of these extremely literate people (who may or may not know how to spell) have shorter attention spans than literate people have ever had before. It’s hard for most fully functioning adults to plough through the lengthy descriptive prose that first characterized The English Novel when it really became a thing in the 18th century.
Incidentally, the first real novel that actually resembled what we are familiar with today was written by Daniel Defoe. Now, personally speaking, I really love me some Defoe. I love reading about Robinson Crusoe’s excruciatingly slow attempts at forging a life for himself on a deserted island in the same way I loved watching Survivor back when it