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I am an unashamed, unapologetic believer that the purpose of literature is to elevate. Not to entertain, to problematize, or to instruct, but to take what Hamlet called our “unweeded garden” and revel in its thorns. Not to make the world pretty, but to make it true, and by making it true, make it beautiful. All real art is high art.
Alexander Nazaryan in “Against Walter Dean Myers & The Dumbing Down of Literature” (via irisblasi)
No! All art is real art.
All real art isn’t good art, but who cares? (More on Nazaryan’s boldly-titled essay later.)
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