Quote by Steven Brust

All literature consists of whatever the writer thinks is cool. The reader will like the book to the degree that he agrees with the writer about what's cool.


All literature consists of whatever the writer thinks is coo

Summary

This quote suggests that literature is subjective and reflects the preferences and perceptions of the writer. The writer's idea of what is "cool" in terms of themes, characters, or storytelling shapes the essence of the book. The readers' enjoyment of the book depends on how much they align with the writer's definition of "cool." In other words, readers are more likely to appreciate and relate to a book if they share similar perspectives and values with the writer regarding the elements that make a literary work captivating or interesting.

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By Steven Brust
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