Cynthia Crossen writes about literary books that aren’t depressing or leaning heavily on tragedy. Light, she notes, is relative.
Cynthia Crossen writes about literary books that aren’t depressing or leaning heavily on tragedy. Light, she notes, is relative.
Sounds good to me. There’s a perennial mindset, notably among young idealists, that if you or your literary/artistic works are not angry or in despair, it must mean that you don’t care, or are in denial of reality. I’m in increasingly public revolt against that mindset.