I see people talking about how much “Real Litrachur” shows a slice of life. I’m reading The Great Gatsby for the first time, and yesterday, hear Richard Powers, the honoree at the Festival, reading his favorite of the short stories he’s written (actually, it may have been a novelette).
IT’S ALL DEPRESSING. I could sum it up by quoting the chorus of John Prine’s song, Dear Abby:
“You have no complaintYou are what your are and you ain’t what you ain’tSo listen up buster, and listen up goodStop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood”
It all shows people having hard times, internally, externally, or both, and no solutions. Things can’t change, apparently.
Well, except for SF&Fantasy, where yes, they can.