Fiction's about what it is to be a human being.
This is nourishing, redemptive; we become less alone inside.
This diagnosis can be done in about two lines. It doesn't engage anybody.
The interesting thing is why we're so desperate for this anesthetic against loneliness.
I just think that fiction that isn't exploring what it means to be human today isn't art.
The other half is to dramatize the fact that we still ""are"" human beings, now. Or can be.
The reader becomes God, for all textual purposes. I see your eyes glazing over, so I'll hush.
Nuclear weapons and TV have simply intensified the consequences of our tendencies, upped the stakes.
Pleasure becomes a value, a teleological end in itself. It's probably more Western than U.S. per se.
It looks like you can write a minimalist piece without much bleeding. And you can. But not a good one.