Literature, a cancer

The horrors of modern literature. The cancerous tumor of mediocre fiction is eating away at the weak atrophied muscle of true art. Even though this bulbous tumor may obscure much of what can be called good writing, shinning through we can still see a few pure cells of true writers. I count myself among those who seek these people out and read the greats of our current literary trends.
One example that I shall hold myself by is an amazing author by the name of Terry Pratchett, who wear his political opinion on his sleeve, and it certainly shines through in his writing. Him along with others like Hunt, Steven, etc. They are true writers who still producing good works for all to see.
So I say that Literature is not dead, merely dormant. Overtaken by the current trends of dreary romance and oiled chested werewolves. Waiting for the time where it can come back and take its place as the greatest form of art in out society.