As I get older, I seem to be moving the opposite personality-wise of most people. I have increasing trouble watching older movies, listening to older music. Even works I’ve never seen or heard before just don’t click with me; they feel antique.
I suspect it’s because the culture is changing very quickly indeed now, though it’s extremely difficult to see this when one is embedded within it. Nothing older speaks to me because it’s now outside this light cone, in some other universe. It has nothing to do with me. The novel shares the universe, walks the same mental pathways as I do, while the old just feels like a world gone stale before the langoliers come along to devour it.