>>21802774
1. read a lot of literature, from Gilgamesh to Pynchon, some 50 books a year, from the ages of 12-15 to 22-25, in at least two or three languages, but preferentially more.
2. read carefully, trying to understand every line on at least a literal level.
3. write, write, write, but do so following the traditional forms (sonnets, realist stories, things like that); learn the art of good imitation.
4. translate.
5. years later, see what you've written, and if you don't cringe that means you're not developing, so maybe it's hopeless for you; change your approach, or go study some other stuff.
6. after three or four years, as your knowledge grows, start being completely honest with yourself in trying to understand why you like, or dislike, the things you do; this includes not only authors and books, but even particular lines, and in fact even particular words within the same line; read the Shakespeare sonnets and rank the top five words/lines/metaphors etc. which you think were best chosen, and the top five that you think were not, and try to understand *why exactly you think that*; repeat one year later and see if the results match, and if they don't, try to understand why; after discovering the reason, try to criticize yourself, using all the tools you've accumulated after so many philosophy/literary criticism books that you ought to have read and understood by now; do other similar exercises, or don't do any exercise at all (I never did), but just try to understand yourself, and the books you're reading, and your reactions to them, as you read them.
Keep doing this until you've hit the ten year mark and you'll probably be a person with literary tastes which are: i. personal; ii. well-thought-out; iii. not the result of ignorance (i.e., 'not knowing better'), but rather of careful selection among the many hundreds of books you know.
A man of good taste is above all one who knows how to select. But he must have learned enough to *know what he's doing* when he selects.
You know you have a developed taste when you open a book and you hate it at the first page for purely literary reasons, *regardless of the author's fame*.
Those three characteristics are the only thing that there is to "good taste". There is no such thing as objective aesthetic merit, but there is such thing as objectively derivative writing, cliché, stupidity, dead formulas, failed attempts, poor choice of words, truisms, etc.
Even so, there are still many different kinds of sensibilities, different approaches to what writing should be, etc.
Nabokov and Faulkner both had *personal*, *well-thought out*, *knowledgeable* tastes in literature, but they often disagreed, because they were different men with different approaches to the art. This is inevitable. Your tastes should be your own and nobody else's.