The baby got thrown out with the bath water. After the turmoil of the 60s, wholesale cultural rejection of the 70s, and political correctness of the 80s and 90s, works of dead white men (and women in some cases) are discredited as well as their imperial and/or colonial culture.
The thing is, there was an organized and coherent motion inherent in post-Enlightenment artistic and literary production, criticism and institutions that led people along a path, ever upwards. It could be confining as hell, but it was something. It actually gave artists something to rebel against, even while being a part of it (I am thinking of those French salons, I guess). The two world wars didn’t help, which coincided with the post-modern eclecticism especially in music and visual arts, which alienate so many.
Into the void moves sellable and catchy world music, neo-tribalism, etc etc. Short attention span everything. Politically, activists calling for resurrection of cultures, any but Western, help speed up the abandonment of Euro-centric institutions. You end up with aggressive rejection of the fruits of the Enlightenment.
Then lately, the demise of the middle class results in tiered marketing and demographics, locking a lot of people out of experiencing older arts and culture by ticket price.
By adopting a culture of revolution and questioning of authority and social norms, a curious thing has happened, even to the Weekender. Despite the fact that I am a classically-trained musician, there are times that I watch a symphony or chamber music performance, and feel very alienated from the players. They seem so stiff and pretentious even foolish, yet I know they are sincere in their execution. I feel like they are the symbol of Euro-centric thinking, and I am an ill-fitting hybrid of the New World. The stupider of my clan would even mock them, even though my intellectual mind tells me that what they are doing is refined and highly disciplined…
It’s a very weird feeling, but bottom line is that the arts do not have the exalted position they once had in an increasingly disordered and culturally ambivalent world. There is no generalized feeling that the symphony, for example, is one of the greatest expressions of organized music-making. There used to be one, methinks. Opera, too…