Cute. How many authors do you think were publishing books 100 years ago alongside this handful you mentioned, whose works are now forgotten in the mists of time? (Hint: it’s a lot.)And here is another question. Today everybody is writing a novel. There are millions of novelists out there, almost all unpublished admittedly. But not GREAT novelists. Why is that? Why are there no Faulkners, Hemingways, Steinbecks, Hawthornes, kEmersons, Poes, Melvilles, Frosts, Whitmans, just millions an millions an millions of novels, screenplays poems, but not GREAT work anymore it seems. Vast quantity, rare or nonexistent quality.
Time is a filter. To ignore that fact is such a tired old stupid fallacy it’s hard to believe that anyone capable of reasoning still trots it out with a straight face. Get back to me in 100 years and I’m sure we will have the exact same tedious conversation about why there‘s a sea of junk these days but no more Atwoods, Ishiguros, Morrisons, Mantels, McCarthys, Allendes, Adichies, and on and on.
Here’s a suggestion for you: Go read a book.