bluestreak said:on the other hand the false happy ending of something like james frey's a million tiny pieces that is betrayed by the endnotes is contrived and yet appropriate. the endnotes destroy the happy ending with a shock that makes you wish the author hadn't put them in. especially if, like me, you'd fallen for the autobiographical nature of the novel that rapidly sucks you into believing it's a true story and not pure invention.
Yeah innit, I cried
But I like unhappy endings, there's far too much fake happiness around, gimme pain and suffering anyday.


Call me perverse but I find miserable books quite uplifting - cathartic I suppose. I learn something new about the human condition and I'm also made aware that despondency is relative and that I should be thankful for what I have. There are some rare exceptions of course. Happy Like Murderers (about Fred and Rose West) by Gordon Burn, although enlightening, is so unrelentingly grim that I couldn't bear to read it again, despite the brilliance of its writing and the humanity of its author. Crime And Punishment is not a book to read if you feel even the tiniest bit guilty about any minor bad thing you may have ever done. Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind completely did my head in, but maybe just cos I was dwelling on certain things at the time. Generally though, it's happy happy neat endings, in which good people get what they deserve and bad people get their just dessert, that depress me most of all, cos I know that life is not like that and their is a kind of cruel dishonesty about those endings to books. But I do agree that from time to time you need those sort of endings to lift you from time to time - feelgood movies always work better for me than books, maybe because you are somehow made more aware of the artificiality of a film than you are with a book - mind you, I love Dickens and he outcheeses Hollywood by a longshot. Even more confused now. 