In der Kurzgeschichte "The Critical Bookstore"
eröffnet Frederick Erlcourt einen Buchladen, in dem er von ihm selbst
gelesene und für gut befundene Bücher verkauft.
"Why don't you stock it?" they
demanded. "Because I don't think it's worth reading." "Oh, indeed!" The
sarcastic customers were commonly ladies. "I thought you let the public judge
of that!" "There are bookstores where they do. This is a critical bookstore.
I sell only the books that I think worth reading. If you had noticed my
sign" "Oh!" the customer would say, and she, too, would go away
without buying. |
| "The Critical
Bookstore", Harper's Monthly Magazine 127.759 (1913). S. 437 |
Am Ende wäre hätte es anders
erwartet? scheitert Frederick.
| [Frederick:] "... I have made a
mistake. Literature is the whole world; it is the expression of the gross, the
fatuous, and the foolish, and it is the pleasure of the gross, the fatuous, and
the foolish, as well as the expression and the pleasure of the wise, the fine,
the elect. Let the multitude have their truck, their rubbish, their rot; it may
not be the truck, the rubbish, the rot that it would be to us, or may slowly
and by natural selection become to certain of them. But let there be no
artificial selection, no survival of the fittest my main forcethe force
of the spectator, who thinks he knows better than the creator of the ugly and
the beautiful, the fair and foul, the evil and good." |
| "The Critical
Bookstore", Harper's Monthly Magazine 127.759 (1913). S. 442 |
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