Parks's comments reflect growing anxiety in literary circles that the internet is eroding the status of the serious novel.
In a lecture in Oxford last month, the author Will Self said: "The literary novel as an art work and a narrative art form central to our culture is indeed dying before our eyes. If you accept that by then the vast majority of text will be read in digital form on devices linked to the web, do you novel also believe that those readers will voluntarily choose to disable that connectivity? If your answer is no, then the death of the novel is sealed, out of your own mouth."
"The concentration, the focus, the solitude, the silence, all the things that are required for serious reading are not within people's reach any more." Photo / Thinkstock
Parks's anxieties about the distractions of modern technology have also been echoed by Philip Roth. When his 2010 novel Nemesis was published, Roth told an interviewer: "The concentration, the focus, the solitude, the silence, all the things that are required for serious reading are not within people's reach any more."
Not all authors, however, are so pessimistic. Philip Pullman, the author of the His Dark Materials trilogy, told The Independent: "There are always a few people who are going to want to read a serious literary novel. If there is demand for it, it will survive. What will change is the nature of publishing. That goes through periods of change and convulsions.
"The first big one was writing things down - previously we just sat around and told stories. The next was Gutenberg's printing press, which allowed things to be duplicated much more quickly.
"The internet and digitisation represent the third great change - but story telling in one form or another has come through all sorts of convulsions, and it will continue to do so."
Other commentators have also sought to downplay the current crisis of confidence in the literary world by claiming that the demise of the novel has now been predicted for more than half a century.
They cite articles like that published in 1965 - also in the New York Review of Books - in which the British critic Frank Kermode observed drily: "The special fate of the novel, considered as a genre, is to be always dying."
- The Independent