Post-Modernity: Pleasing Taste, Some Monsterism

When I was in University I was constantly being warned off various writers, thinkers, for being too Victorian. This once saw Robertson Davies onto the pile, which even then struck me as a bit odd, but I sort of understood.

When it became clear, though, that Elizabeth I, Augustine of Hippo, Homer--indeed, every person and idea that had had their run before the year 1960--could all somehow be of this category too, but that Oscar Wilde couldn't, then it dawned on me that something might be amiss.