Why I Hate Victorian Literature

I don't normally use the words "hate" and "literature" together in the same sentence, however I must confess that I loathe Victorian literature. The most significant historical or personal events can be dulled down by the insipid commentary of upper-class Europeans. Every book of this genre contains the same mindless drivel about society, propriety, and afternoon tea. There are always happy endings. There are far too many characters to keep straight and too many minor events the reader tries to remember only to discover that by the end of the book hardly any of those characters or events were significant. As the popular saying goes, "Brevity is the soul of wit"; in my opinion none of the Victorian authors could claim to posess it. The most discouraging aspect of Victorian literature in today's society is its pervasiveness. It seems everybody has read several works by Victorian authors and persists to hawk them like a salesperson with the world's most useless goods. Most people buy in to the trap, even enjoy the trap, but not I.