I don’t know how I feel about authors who write constant unhappiness for their characters.
It doesn’t have to be happiness and rainbows all the time, because obviously there will be no conflict if constant happiness. But, Jesus, there needs to be some hope.
I hope you don’t mind if I
jump in and say: I can’t stand it.The problem, in my opinion,
is that these kind of stories – the ones where the heroes never seem to catch a
break –now fall under the blanket term of “gritty realism”.In the past couple of years “gritty realism” has become a really
popular theme, not just in books, but across all media. At first it was great
and refreshing, especially when it was done well. But now, it’s so overdone
that it’s become its own cliché. It has somehow evolved from stories that reflected
the true dark side of humanity and how sometimes there are no happy endings, to
stories that literally put characters through hell only to put them in even
worse hell after they climb out of it, with absolutely no hope, no future,
nothing going for them. That is not the same thing and the fact that we are
sold these super depressing stories sold under the terms of “gritty realism” is
kind of bullshit.It’s one thing when things look bleak and it seems like there’s
no way out, that is fantastic in terms of suspense and heart-string pulling.
But if that’s all the book is then what the hell are they fighting for? What is
the point of all their pain? I know that life isn’t all sunshine and
butterflies, but let’s be honest it’s not all hell-fire and pain either. I as a
reader want to know that there’s hope for these characters however little. I
want a fucking payoff for their pain. Even if they don’t get their happy
ending, I want their pain to mean something. I don’t want to ride a
roller-coaster that only goes down. I have quit books, movies, and shows
because as a very empathetic person the situations and the hopelessness of
their lives have made me feel depressed.So I’d
like these creators selling their sadomasochism as “gritty realism” to fucking
stop.#literary tragedy porn#I hate this trend so much#fuck your gritty realism#my wish for happiness is not unrealistic at all#thank you very much
You know what – no. Just no.
I’m not usually on the public bandwagon about this but – damnit. Write what you want. If right now that’s what you need to write because that’s how you get over the futility of your own life – DO IT. Work that shit out on those characters. That’s what it is there for.
Will I read it? Probably not. My limit for it is damn low. I need that happy ending but guess what? YOU AREN’T WRITING IT FOR ME. YOU ARE WRITING IT FOR YOU.
[Insert – yes, I know fanfiction is a gift economy and the audience and blah blah blah rant here.]
Seriously. Write whatever the heck you want to write. If you are drawn to the bleakest of the bleak dystopia and deathfic and watching the stars burn out at the end of the universe (hello Douglas Adams) then write that.