Is the cozy mystery just an exercise in a narrative hunt for a killer down a garden path of genre lit by a lava lamp of kitsch. A shine on of Sherlock. A Poe man in bankrupt irony. The aggregate of Dame Agatha in the drawing room with a bevy of butlers.
Please stop. If we’re talking kitsch make it count. Because maybe we’re in the Golden Age Of Kitsch, kinda…as suggested below:
“A high culture is the self-consciousness of a society. It contains the works of art, literature, scholarship and philosophy that establish a shared frame of reference among educated people. High culture is a precarious achievement, and endures only if it is underpinned by a sense of tradition, and by a broad endorsement of the surrounding social norms. When those things evaporate, as inevitably happens, high culture is superseded by a culture of fakes.”
“Faking depends on a measure of complicity between the perpetrator and the victim, who together conspire to believe what they don’t believe and to feel what they are incapable of feeling. There are fake beliefs, fake opinions, fake kinds of expertise. There is also fake emotion, which comes about when people debase the forms and the language in which true feeling can take root, so that they are no longer fully aware of the difference between the true and the false. Kitsch is one very important example of this. The kitsch work of art is not a response to the real world, but a fabrication designed to replace it. Yet both producer and consumer conspire to persuade each other that what they feel in and through the kitsch work of art is something deep, important and real.”
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