The weakness of many novels and films can be seen in the fact that one is forced to interpret them ironically to find any depth in them.
One is everywhere trapped between a literal and an ironic reading. A more or less conscious calculation that aims to disorientate any value judegement. It is particularly flagrant in the field of art, where this studied vagueness as to how a work
is to be read has supplanted illusion and aesthetic judgement.Deep down, however, it is reality itself that has become so banal and insignificant that it has induced us in to an ironic reading. It has become so homogenized that it breaks off from itself into a parallel reality. It is out of nostaligia that we embed it in another order: in the face of this insignificance, we are forced to hypothesize a more subtle realm beyond, a dimension beyond our grasp. A critical masochism by which all the speculative arts have found success.
