About "Lord of the Files", I wasn't being funny, obviously. It was a silly joke, just to dull my melancholy.
To me, Golding's book is one of the best novels of last century, with very deep psychological and "futuristic" implications. Even the 1963 Peter Brook's movie is a marvellous example of "little robbery to literature" (remember Raymond Leppard's little "Kirye eleison"?).
Quite a few years ago, I started (very modestly, obviously) denouncing the loss and degeneration of intelligence and capabilities (and consequent decline) of the human race. People couldn't stand me!
Nowadays literature is Harry Potter, vampires, codexes and hells of all sorts. Batman is THE CINEMA, hz THE COMPOSER, the smart phone A MUST...et cetera, et cetera...ad libitum.
In this mayhem, we forget to live, to think, to create something new and positive (if this is in our possibilities).
I'm sure that within a century, even our hands will mutate their "posture", maybe shape, with thumbs more active and bigger than ever (read: because of composing messages on the mobile phone...). In a few centuries, if humans will still be there, maybe there will be no more need for literature or music as we know them at their best. Borges, Dante and Shakespeare will be forgotten...
I might appear extremely pessimistic, maybe I am it, but all this appears to be the inclination of things.