Reading matters

I have just picked up Required Writing by Philip Larkin. The writing gives you the feeling of running a warm bath in a 5-star hotel at the start of a month's holiday, armed with a cold glass of champagne. Ahhh and exhale. It is almost impossible not to feel inadequate writing in its aftermath. The same is of course true of all his great early 20th century contemporaries, Auden, Betjeman, Eliot, all who could master both poetry and prose with equal ability. Even his old mate Kingsley could knock out a few decent lines of verse when pushed. Larkin's Jill is one of my favourite novels. What is notable about them all is that all were avaricious readers, a not uncommon trait among literary types you would think. But what of today, are we feeding this English literary legacy? The average reading matter today is more likely to be written, much like this blog, by a complete unpaid amateur, without experience or training. Publishing is, as google is keen to point out, as easy as pushing a button. I can't quite decide if this is a good thing or not. Is it better to relax with Philip, or belt out 500 words on any subject you feel the world needs your view on? Indeed, am I guilty of taking your precious time that could otherwise be spent in Philip's warm bath? Which is better for our children? Perhaps you could let me know. Meanwhile, there is just enough time for a chapter or two.