In the contemporary/post modern literary world, the world has gone crazy. It has fragmented. There is no central element
of faith, or hope for humanity, keeping a central concept of what it is to be human together.
The fragmentation results in nihlism--a depiction of a world ever spiraling out of control to dwindle to nothingness
and end "in a whimper, not a bang."
Authors react by reflecting their own cultures and their own systems to both reflect and create a world that makes sense
to them, a world they can believe in and hold on to.
Others give in to the mundane recording of mundane lives--acting as recorders, not interpreters, hoping that somewhere,
something makes sense.
Much of this is affected by a sense of doom because man truly has created his own death possibility and can destroy the
world--whether it is from nuclear fallout or global warming, the demise of humans seems imminent to many.
In a one world society, where media makes knowledge accessible at all times to all peoples, the authors become more and
more reflective of self and the small worlds immediately around them. Gone is the scope of epic vision; instead, the microscope
is turned to minute details.