"This can't be ART... it's ENJOYABLE!"
When dinosaurs ruled the Earth I was in high school, I had an English teacher who's sole stated goal in life was to have a short story of his published in The New Yorker. After all, as he would tell us over and over again, TNY would only publish the pinnacle of modern literature. If you were going to get a story published there, then it would have to be on par with the works of Salinger, Cheever, Updike, Dahl, Nabakov, or White. This was the magazine that first published Shirley Jackson's classic short story "The Lottery", after all! You could only get your story published in The New Yorker if it was ART!
He was also a man who looked down on mere "genre" fiction. He once, after noting a copy of a "Star Trek" novel with the books on my desk (it was David Gerrold's "The Galactic Whirlpool", as I recall... I even still own the book!), launched into a rant in front of the class about the difference between serious literature, and what he called "just silly words on a page"... for which he used my book as an example. He ended by reminding us how we needed to stop filling our minds with such "garbage".
I don't know if he's still alive, or not (as he would probably be somewhere in his 70's at this point, it could be either), but if he is still with us, I would love to know his reaction to The New Yorker's publication of a wonderful short story about some high school boys playing Dungeons & Dragons. And, if he's not, then I wonder if we can plug into his casket, and take advantage of the power being generated by him spinning in his grave. :-)