It takes a certain type of man to be interested in war and in literature. The suppression of his type is also evident in the decline of menswear and the drabness of even wealthy men’s homes and offices. Historically, men adorned their bodies and their spaces for the same reason they sought tales of adventure and conquest— to rise above, to put distance between themselves and the everyday, to reach out for more knowledge, more experience, more prestige. This man isn’t gone, but he has gone into occlusion as the leveling forces of diversity, feminism and democracy reached their apogee in the last decade. Thankfully, to counter this trend we have the image of Donald Trump, who rejected all of that and combined his quest for power and dominance with a high aesthetic sensitivity and unique form of written self-expression; and further showed us that the one is inseparable from the other.
There was a genre of post Vietnam era military adventure pulp that used to be ubiquitous in libraries and bookstores when I was a younger. <200 page novels about special operators in exotic Cold War hot spots on the hunt for treasure and glory. I used to love reading these.
Totally gone now. Men/boys didn’t just stop being interested in this kind of stuff. I’ve never heard a good theory of what happened to the publishing industry to make this kind of product disappear from the mainstream market. It’s like we all just opened our eyes in 2010 and we were …*here.*