Novelists No One Reads Anymore

I've never Trolloped, but it's so Dickens adjacent and lily has been talking it up so much that he's on my to-do list for next year.

Ainsworth sounds like it might be a romp, his highway-man stuff. also plague and fire stuff.

lots of Trollope still in print btw, by multiple publishers, so i figure it must sell.

Oh yeah, tons of tv adaptations of his books too

Yeah, just putting in gratuitous plug. Based on a real life Englisn scam fever (T.'s own father-in-law enthralled by the Railway King, for inst). In the book, a lot of the people who see the guy as Humpty Dumpty still want a piece of the action ASAP and fuck you if you get in the way, if not sooner. Some comedy and different notes in the serious, but Steadicam realness too dark for some of his fans.

just saw a Bernard Malamud book at the local little free library -- a paperback in a plastic bag, like it had been preserved for resale value -- and thought, wow, that book (The Fixer) was EVERYWHERE when I was a kid

I hope people still read Trollope's The Way We Live Now: a vast banger and still timely.

― dow,

This novel kicked off a Trollope phase. He's so much fun, and his interest in contemporary politics is refreshing.

I keep meaning to try him out again, I have some cool old eds. of his stuff

I've still only finished one Dickens book (Great Expectations).

One of those writers who always feels easy to put off - I'll get to Bleak House eventually /cope

just realised ainsworth is the author of ROOKWOOD, which refurbed the rep of dick turpin inc.inventing his wild overnight ride from london to york -- which his famous horse black bess did not survive :(

i mainly know it thru the medium of toy theatre

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f4/Dickturpin.jpg

Does anyone read Andrew Greeley anymore? Catholic priest who wrote steamy potboilers in the 80s and 90s.

Trollope remains popular, widely in print, new TV adaptations still being made of his books, not even close to the "no one reads anymore" bin

Because, among other things, he actually rules and you guys should try HE KNEW HE WAS RIGHT and CAN YOU FORGIVE HER?

I think he was just mentioned as a peer of Dickens, not an unread novelist

Isn't John Major the world's biggest Trollope stan?

that wd be my aunt tbf

oh sorry for my knee-jerk trollope defense

I know I've talked up Trollope's The Last Chronicle of Barset on ILB many times (and named myself after a character in it, which is a pretty obvious giveaway that I like it), but seriously, it's so good.

oh I see koogs mentioned me upthread! sorry for posting before reading.

Really dug Trollope's non-fiction North America, about, yes, traveling across North America and noting what he sees.

Almost as sharp as Dickens' own book.

More possibilities (have not checked if any of these have been reissued reassessed etc.):

Hans Koning or Konigsberger: Only know him through 2 relatively obscure film adaptations: The Revolutionary with Jon Voight, and John Huston's A Walk with Love and Death
with Anjelica Huston in her debut.

Evan Hunter: Excluding Ed McBain. I have only read Last Summer - OK, but the movie is more effective - and flipped through the sequel Come Winter, which is a straight retread, except minus the first book's most interesting character.

Pat Booth: In the Danielle Steel/Jackie Collins/Harold Robbins mode, but doesn't seem to be as remembered. Used to flip through these as a kid in the 90s looking for the naughty bits.

Also, to comment on a couple of suggestions made upthread:

I don't know if Spider Robinson *ever* had any rep among the cool SF kids, as least as far as critics and fellow authors goes. The last joke in the last issue of Bruce Sterling's Cheap Truth zine revolved around him.

Richard Brautigan's downward rep as a dated hippie novelist has been around for a while. When I was first digging into the counterculture (then-) canon in the early 90s (you know, Burroughs, Ballard, the usual crew), he was already considered terribly passe. The main thing I remember was that some guy at the time (90s) legally changed his name to "Trout Fishing in America". Which is kind of impressive.

Surprised that no-one mentioned Jerzy Kosinski, but I didn't think of him myself until tonight. He was well-known enough that I read Being There as a kid, though the decline in his reputation can't have helped his claims to posterity.

Has anyone mentioned Richard Bissell? I have a soft spot for Goodbye, Ava.

Prompted by a viewing of A Place in the Sun: Does anyone read Theodore Dreiser?

I reread Sister Carrie a dozen years ago and it grabbed me like The House of Mirth did.

I greatly enjoyed that in the Library of America omnibus (alleged naughty bits restored) with Jennie Gerhardt and Twelve Men (profiles). However, my sister tried to read An American Tragedy (basis of A Place in The Sun) and said some of the sentences were so long and winding that when she got to the end she was lost. But I spied it in the library last week, think I might take a shot.

I read the beginning of something by Brautigan where a girl came in crying about being knocked up and the narrator offered her a candy bar and I quit. Got a little further into something by Tom Robbins which had no especially low or any point, was just twaddle.

Jerzy Kosinski was eventually accused of fraud, but always had his defenders, and some say the books are good, no matter who wrote what (dunno, haven't checked):

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerzy_Kosi%C5%84ski#:~:text=In%20June%201982%2C%20a%20Village,of%20Nicodemus%20Dyzma%20%E2%80%94%20a%201932

Kosinski seems to still be attracting readers, judging from all the Goodreads ratings of The Painted Bird from Oct 2022

https://slate.com/culture/2022/10/rod-mckuen-best-selling-poet-songs-what-happened.html

Poetry, but Related

Helen Hooven Santmyer (November 25, 1895 – February 21, 1986) was an American writer, educator, and librarian. She is primarily known for her best-selling epic "...And Ladies of the Club", published when she was in her 80s.[3][4]

The saga:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%22...And_Ladies_of_the_Club%22

https://slate.com/culture/2022/10/rod-mckuen-best-selling-poet-songs-what-happened.html🕸

Poetry, but Related

I started a book of his last night, but James Purdy was a real critical favorite back in the day, and despite the fact that many of his books were recently reprinted, I know very few people who have read any of them. Almost none of those who have have read anything beyond Malcolm or Eustace Chisholm.

As I noted in the seasonal book thread a while ago, this is sort of understandable— gay sadomasochism with an air of southern gothic isn’t really a go-to genre. But jesus, they’re incredible books.

Does anyone read Theodore Dreiser?

I went through a Dreiser kick about ten years ago. Dude desperately in need of an editor but deeply otm re: America generally in the Cowperwood books. A Hoosier Holiday is honestly a hoot, he has a bad day in Ohio and actually rants a little

I read "...and Ladies of the Club" in one sitting when it came out. (I can't figure out how I did it, either.) I don't recall much to distinguish it from any other bestseller of the day.

I read Purdy in 2004 after Gore Vidal wrote one of his last coherent essays reappraising him. "Southern Gothic sadomasochist" is right on. The tonal control reminds me of Paul Bowles (another Veee-dal fave) but I found Purdy less compelling.

(The library copy of Malcolm hadn't been checked out since 1983 lol).

I suppose people still read Bowles, or at least The Sheltering Sky.

I suppose people still read Bowles, or at least The Sheltering Sky.

I prefer his short stories.

Re: Bowles, I refer to only one: Jane, because she wrote most of his books.

I had not heard that. Her writing under her own name is still admired.

I like Two Serious Ladies.

I hadn't heard that accusation, table! Funny how Judy Davis, who played Jane Bowles in Naked Lunch, played in Barton Fink a woman who wrote Faulkner's books.

Jane and Paul are different stylists too. She's arch, light; he's matter-of-fact to the point of creepiness.

This doesn't sound like the letter of someone who has written her husband's novel:

Five years later, when Jane was writing her story “Camp Cataract,” she revealed that their fiction not only stimulated them but also made her intensely competitive. She wrote Paul, with many doubts and insecurities, “I hope maybe to have done enough writing by then so as not to be completely ashamed and jealous when confronted with your novel. At the moment I can’t even think of it without feeling hot all over. And yet if you had not been able to do it I would have wrung my hands in grief. . . . However little I have done I am pleased with but shall probably throw it in the rubbish heap when I see yours.”[29] But her writing stopped soon after his began, and his far greater talent quietly eclipsed her own.

It sounds like they edited each other quite a bit:

In 1942 his stimulating role in the creation of her novel provided the impetus for his own career as a writer: “I went over Two Serious Ladies with her again and again, until each detail was as we both thought it should be. . . . We analyzed sentences and rhetoric. It was this being present at the making of a novel that excited me and made me want to write my own fiction. . . . Neither of us had ever had a literary confidant before. . . . We showed each other every page we wrote. I never thought of sending a story off without discussing it with her first.”

That reminds me of the scene in "Henry and June" when Miller is editing a page of Nin's work.

And that reminds me that Miller and Nin are probably two novelists (loosely defined) whom very few people, if anyone, reads any more.

hmm, that sounds wrong

Miller was hugely respected a couple of generations ago--I started reading him because Hunter Thompson praised him to the skies. I think he's fallen very far in the collective estimation, although I could be wrong.

He was certainly a writer capable of moments of genius, but overall a difficult person. I really became disenchanted when I read a biography. He seemed to spend the last decades of his life continually asking friends and associates for money.

I couldn't finish a Miller book if you paid me, but Nin at her best holds up fine. She reminds me of Maupassant. I wouldn't mind re-reading her now (though I suspect she's in storage).