My own spectrum

I've been reading a history book about the late nineteen-fifties in UK (when I was still in Junior School).  There seemed to be some dichotomy in literature between the working-class down-to-earth movement and that of modernity/intellectualism.  Kingsley Amis v. TS Eliot.  I am working-class, born from a combination of families in the London East End docking area and the South Wales mining community. I love Pan Books of Horror Stories and Marcel Proust.  Where do I lie along this spectrum?  I hope I create my own spectrum.