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I wanted a forum where we could talk about bookish subjects from swoon-worthy covers to the price of eBooks. I hope to share my thoughts on a different subject each month. So that we can all chat and share opinions. In the process I hope we get to know each other a little better. I made a pot of mocha iced coffee and have some lovely peppermint iced tea so grab a cup and let’s chat:
Do We Demand More from Our Books?
“the difference between life and fiction, is that fiction has to make sense”-International (2009)
I was watching the movie International with my husband on a rainy, lazy Sunday afternoon. Our hero was interrogating a white-collar criminal and told him, “You will never get away with this; people won’t believe your lies.” The man smirked and said, “The difference between life and fiction is that fiction has to make sense.” This immediately made me ponder. Do we as readers demand more from our fictional stories than real life?
We all can turn on the news and hear about tragic events; horrific accidents and atrocities committed against others. We are often given little rhyme or reason as to why the killer/captor did something yet we accepted it as fact. While horrified, stunned and angered by these tragedies we are often left with little answers. Romances, bullying, drama and gossip in real life often make absolutely no sense or follow any type of pattern. How often have you thought to yourself, “OMG, what were they thinking?” Why is it then that we as readers need our fictional worlds fleshed out, validated and wrapped in a bow?
I know I am guilty of this. I loved well developed worlds, and fleshed out characters whose actions I can wrap my head around no matter how twisted. To get to point C, the author need to take me through A and B. No short cuts please. While I do not need my endings wrapped in a bow, I do need some closure and please don’t leave threads dangling unless you promise me a second book. Am I being too hard on my fictional worlds? Doesn’t art imitate life? Are we more likely to accept the story in “real” life, since it already happened? Is fiction held more accountable because it’s limited to the reader’s imagination and interpretations? Are you more readily able to accept a fictional story if you have been made privy to more life experiences, and exposure to the world around you?
Maybe we need our insatiable need for answers and truth fed? So we demand that our fiction make sense. It does make me ponder and has made me look at my reaction to books a little differently. What do you think? Is the difference between life and fiction, that fiction has to make sense? Do we demand more from our books?