When I started college almost a decade ago, I planned to major in English or History to become a teacher. That didn't last long, but I do remember my handful of comparative literature classes I took to meet my humanities requirements. The author I remember the most is Kafka.
I loved learning about Kafka and his life, and how it affected the subject matter and tone of his work. And for a while now, I've been wondering who in our generation is going to be a "classic" author two, three hundred years from now. Specifically, will they have kept a blog, a Facebook, or any other kind of social media presence? And if so, how will that affect the way readers interpret their work?
Right now, classic literature students have history, maybe a handful of letters, and speculation about what an author's life was like. A century from now, they might have an author's blog to peruse and speculate about. The sheer volume of entries a dedicated blogger can produce in a lifetime would be staggering, and that's assuming all their social media entries are just about writing.
Most of these entries will be dated, right down to the time of day/night this future classic author posted the entry. For some people, social media has no boundaries. Political and religious views are shared. Funny selfies, drunk selfies, fashionista selfies . . . just selfies in general. (To clarify, I have nothing against social media, though I choose to keep my involvement superficial).
Imagine that a blogger somewhere is writing the next epic tragic romance. Now imagine that at the same time, they're blogging about their feelings are they struggle through a painful divorce from the person they assumed was the love of their life. Assuming that both survive the inevitable Google apocalypse, there will be bright-eyed students interpreting that epic tragic romance as they read the author's heartbroken blog entries.
I'm not sure what this will mean for literature, but I'm a little sad that I won't be around to see it play out.
ETA: Christ help me I think he finally stopped. If he opens his stupid fucking mouth again, I'm going to lose it.