What stood out to me was how normal everyone acts. No villains or drawn out speeches just people treating something horrifying like it’s another town chore. That’s probably the part that aged the best (or worst).
If there is one thing that drives me nuts about old literature, it is how verbose authors seems to be.
Looking at the aesthetics of the era, there is just so much frivolity and extraneous flourish. Clean lines and minimalism are avant garde. Yuck.
I got shit to do. Art doesn't need to waste my time unnecessarily.
A, yes, how efficient to denounce anything that's not mere plot driving dialogue as "pointless detail".
>Looking at the aesthetics of the era, there is just so much frivolity and extraneous flourish. Clean lines and minimalism are avant garde. Yuck.
Frivolity. Humanity. Literature that's not the equivalent of an IKEA furnished Airbnb. How dare they!