Connoisseurship is difficult to describe because it is the culmination of a lifetime’s worth of reading and writing and thinking about and discussing literature.
The lack of a market place for great art is not due to A.I. or tech. Great books were written and loved by people with a degree of privilege in recent centuries. In the 20th c we said No, we will throw paint on a canvas to convey truth. At the same time novels and dramatic arts came to be about nothing more than feelings. The great stories of classical Russian or French Lit and Englush poetry were inspiring to Europeans and some part of the American public that still had a connection to the culture of classicism. The peoples of Africa, Latin America and China have different myths and while they have not traded theirs for Western Civ mythology, the Weat, for some reason, has given up on ours. To throw paint on the floor is art about politics, not evolved with the DNA of classical myths, the ancient world.
Ancient Indian and Chinese philosophies and stories have crossovers with the West, but don't compare with what we gave up the West.
Once in my life did I meet someone outside of a university setting who loved great Lit. A Russian classical concert pianist, a neighbor, who saw my book of short stories by O'Henry and stated he loved O'Henry as a school boy and had read him in English - in Russia of the 80's or 90's. That's a person who appreciates classicism also a person of some privilege. That's part of the beauty of his piano mastery just as the classical piano music informs how beautiful of a human he is.
Connoisseurship is difficult to describe because it is the culmination of a lifetime’s worth of reading and writing and thinking about and discussing literature.
The lack of a market place for great art is not due to A.I. or tech. Great books were written and loved by people with a degree of privilege in recent centuries. In the 20th c we said No, we will throw paint on a canvas to convey truth. At the same time novels and dramatic arts came to be about nothing more than feelings. The great stories of classical Russian or French Lit and Englush poetry were inspiring to Europeans and some part of the American public that still had a connection to the culture of classicism. The peoples of Africa, Latin America and China have different myths and while they have not traded theirs for Western Civ mythology, the Weat, for some reason, has given up on ours. To throw paint on the floor is art about politics, not evolved with the DNA of classical myths, the ancient world.
Ancient Indian and Chinese philosophies and stories have crossovers with the West, but don't compare with what we gave up the West.
Once in my life did I meet someone outside of a university setting who loved great Lit. A Russian classical concert pianist, a neighbor, who saw my book of short stories by O'Henry and stated he loved O'Henry as a school boy and had read him in English - in Russia of the 80's or 90's. That's a person who appreciates classicism also a person of some privilege. That's part of the beauty of his piano mastery just as the classical piano music informs how beautiful of a human he is.
This is just "how I feel"