Marcel Proust

Football, commercials, Timberlake and Proust.
The contempt these mystery readers sometimes feel directed at them gets recycled as they express disdain for books they don't like which have been written and enjoyed by people they have to denigrate. That's not an argument or even a defense: it's blatant insecurity.
When I was in law school, a professor made a startling pronouncement that captured my attention and remained with me throughout my professional career: "There is no such thing as good writing. There is only rewriting."
We've had the Golden Age; the Golden Goose; Golden Oldies; Golden Books; the Golden Globes. And now we 've got My Golden Days.
The Metropolitan Museum has been hosting one of the great Sargent shows this fall; it will close on October 4, and believe me if you haven't run over to see it, do.
While we live in an era where a large portion of the population likely dedicates a vast majority of their leisurely reading time glossing over 140 character snippets from friends, family, and celebrities via Twitter, there is an alternative for brave individuals, the novel.