Are modern novels losing the art of deep psychological introspection?
I've been rereading classics like Tolstoy and Woolf recently, and what strikes me isn't just the prose—it's how effortlessly they capture entire inner worlds that still feel relevant today. Meanwhile, contemporary novels often lean on plot twists and social media references, which makes me wonder: are we losing the art of deep psychological introspection in literature, or is it just evolving into different forms?