It finds favor among people who have found a way to make a living off what artists produce, without producing art of their own.
I would define literature broadly enough for criticism to have a room of its own. Somehow, however, there needs to be a kill-switch, activated once the ratio of brilliant literature to expert literary criticism falls below a million to one.
Now that the whole genre of poetry in the United States is under assault by trustees of a quarter-billion BigPharma dollars, thus all-in on deconstruction, I cannot wait until they have a go at deconstructing the Blues. Sweet Jesus, what a joyful noise that’s gonna make!