DesiPundit

The most popular article on New York Times on March 30, 2008 was the one titled, It’s Not You, It’s Your Books. It was about how casual references to certain authors or lack of knowledge of certain authors could be a romantic deal breaker. Supriya says that talk about literary taste itself is an uncivil practice.

But the whole idea of a continuum of literary taste, with Dan Brown scraping the bottom of the barrel and, I don’t know, James Joyce (?) as the Holy Grail is so fake. Taste is not supposed to be discrete and defined. The broader the spectrum of discrimination, the happier you are, surely. Lists of favourite books and favourite films are a useful tool for people whose primary mode of interaction is Facebook [or, indeed, Blogger -- would you love me if you had any reason to doubt I was a Juventus fan, for example? I thought not.], but surely an adult will be able to suss out the measure of a man before needing to ask whether said man enjoys Kafka and Murakami. I mean, surely, comrades, SURELY, the crux of the matter is not what you love, but how you love it.