Holla! How in the foresooth have we been so misguided?

I just finished reading a mystery novel in which the protagonist's less suave, less attractive sidekick regularly (almost primarily in fact) quoted from Shakespeare's greater known plays. This incredibly distracting dialogue, however, wasn't even the worst of the literary degradation presented by the book's misguided author. Mais non, voici la piece de resistance: The book was actually entitled with a Shakespeare quote, which at the height of the climax, the protagonist shouted aloud, so as to remind the reader (had she forgotten the book's title) of what book she was reading. This is a shameless form of literary product placement. Not only is novelist incapable of crafting a story consisting of enough literary merit to deign an original title, but then out of fear of being forgotten, said novelist brandishes the unoriginal title in a move of unabashed product placement.
I would like to propose that this book is a manifestation the modern literary crisis. Authors of late have developed writing techniques that are as dastardly and disheartening as is their blatant accepted by the modern audience. Instead of embracing their inherently low position on the literary value scale, instead of thriving in their divine status on the entertainment value scale, authors unabashedly fling about the words of greater literati. This is a despicable appeal to postmodernity. It is the cry of "Help me, O Shakespeare, as I pilfer your words in an attempt to distract others from the shortcomings of my own linguistic prowess."
Second, I would like to critique scene endings. My critique is this: They are all identical. Every single scene cuts out upon a climactic moment. Every single scene. This lowers the act of reading a book to bear the same (lack of) intellectual caliber as watching reality television. Take for example, The Bachelor (ABC's Monday night 8 pm pride and joy). During the Bachelor, the TV network doesn't even try to disgusted the fact the they cut away to commercials on a heightened moments only because the show is so mediocre that this is the only way continued viewing can be ensured. Every singe scene will end on the reverberating note of drama, followed by an allergy medicine advertisement. The modern novel does the exact same thing, sans the interspersed medical advertisements. And for some sad reason, we accept mental abuse.
Were the scene endings not disheartening enough, add to them the exponential horror of sentences which predict the protagonist's future actions. The particular novel of which I write, is replete with lines like the following: "If only he knew how a few chilling hours later that evening he would come to regret those words." End scene. (This is created by me.It's not a direct quote). It's just despicable. That kind if line is an outright violation of the rights of the reader. How dare an author presume that we are such simpleminded readers that we aren't even capable of inferring and interpreting the future of the cookie cutter characters inside of a static plot.
Wurst of all wursts is the unbridled morality of the modern protagonist. In a Dumas novel, one expects and relishes in the moral greatness of D'Artagnan and Dantes. But today, this morality has been distorted and has gotten quite out of hand. The protagonist of whom I write, committed the following overstep of moral bounds. He paused, mid rescuing damsel from bandits, to ponder an unsubtly disguised version of the question of government subsidized housing. Outrageous! The Department of Housing has crept into my novel and stolen the value of a trustworthy hero right out from under my nose.