When we read novels of the past we're apt to think that they depict a world contemporary to them – that what is Dickensian about Dickens involved his constantly keeping abreast of his times. In fact his novels often look back a decade or more. War and Peace, was written in the 1860s but set during the Napoleonic wars. Since one of his themes was war, Tolstoy might have chosen the Crimean war of the mid-1850s, of which he had direct experience, and he did write about the Crimea in his book Sebastopol, but that's a work of brilliant reportage. He clearly wanted some distance and he knew the difference between a novel and a brilliant report. When Tolstoy died Proust was beginning a novel-sequence which would take the rest of his life and so was never going to be "of now", and its title proclaims one of the things that the novel as a form is inherently about: the passage of time.
The proper medium for what is of now is not the novel but journalism. When we say "the papers" the point gets missed, but the French word "journal" spells it out: what belongs to the day. I lived once in Greece where the word for newspaper is "ephemeritha", an exact equivalent of the French, though to an English ear rather odd. Every time I bought a newspaper there was the subliminal joke that I was buying an "ephemeral". But the joke catches a truth about journalism and about any attempt to capture the "now". Today's news, which may be yesterday's anyway, will be eclipsed tomorrow.
One of the principal things novels can do is depict and explore this very transitoriness. They're there to take the long view, to show change and evolution, human behaviour worked on by time. But none of this means that novels, which can never be strictly of now, cannot have their own kind of "nowness" or have something which actually out-thrills the thrill of the merely contemporary. They can have immediacy.
Why read a novel written 150 years ago and set 50 years before then, why make that double historical leap, if there's not something in Tolstoy's writing that makes us livingly feel that "then" has become "now", that as it is for us so it was for "them" – that provides an instant human connection which actually liberates us from being pathetic creatures of the contemporary? Why undertake the journey of any novel of any period unless to encounter that uncanny, arresting sensation: "I've been here too"?
The word story means something different for journalists from its meaning for novelists. It really means "report", and when journalists favour "story" perhaps they betray a wish to be more than reporters. Conversely, when some big event occurs in the world, something that may even be called world-changing, it's the task of journalists to relay it to us and analyse it, though some novelists may also feel impelled hastily to address such events from a variety of motives, pure and impure. One of them may be envy of the prerogative of journalists and of the genuine powers of reportage, another may be the desire to appear momentously "of now".
Full piece at The Guardian.