Has anybody ever felt the exact moment where they no longer enjoyed (most) popular/genre fiction?
For the last few years I did this self-made list of [100 influential (Western) novels to read](https://www.reddit.com/r/books/s/oCWp18Nrij). In doing so, I read more modernist and postmodernist and "serious" literature than I ever had in my life.
I still don't mind a short, fun horror book. Or scifi built around a cool notion. But I only got to 70% of the way through Perdido Street Station before giving up.
I had Perdido on my to-read list for years, being that it has such a high reputation for intricately built, imaginative out of the box ideas, genre defying combinations. I also loved Mieville's The City and The City, and the themes of "otherness" and of looking past what you don't want to see.
I should have really loved this novel. I was long-awaiting reading it. I enjoy the prose. But I've spent the last 400-some pages coming to the steady realization that I just don't care about mind-eating moths, and the other book which has been calling to me has been Don DeLillo's Underworld. And even though its a novel without a clear plot, just meanders through themes of the time between the end of the Cold War and 9/11, I do at least feel like every line is trying to say something more than "if we use robots to fight the moths..."
I have absolutely no doubt there'll be other genre fiction novels I enjoy, and I doubt I'll be bothered by something in the 300-400p mark. But larger than that, and I just begin to feel like it's a too-large load of nothing, of distraction, of frivolity. And I feel a bit sad, like I'm losing the ability to read purely and only for entertainment.