
The two of you snobs are just like every literary professor I ever had and hated. Here's a quote from a well known popular novelist of the late 20th century from one of his best novels:
Speaking carefully, not stuttering (he has not stuttered in better than five years), he says: "I don't understand this at all. I don't understand any of this. Why does a story have to be socio-anything? Politics...culture...history...aren't those natural ingredients in any story, if it's told well? I mean..." he looks around, sees hostile eyes, and realizes dimly that they see this as some sort of attack. Maybe it even is. They are thinking, he realizes, that maybe there is a sexist death merchant in their midst. "I mean...can't you guys just let a story be a
story?"
No one replies. Silence spins out. He stands there looking from one cool set of eyes to the next. The sallow girl chuffs out smoke and snubs her cigarette in an ashtray she has brought along in her backpack.
Finally the instructor says softly, as if to a child having an inexplicable tantrum, "Do you believe XXXXXXXXXX was just telling
stories? Do you believe Shakespeare was just interested in making a
buck? Come now, Bill. Tell us what you think."
"I think that's pretty close to the truth," Bill says after a long moment in which he honestly considers the question, and in their eyes he sees a kind of damnation.