Today’s post comes from NorthShorer (Clyde).
I lifted the following from my second novel:
He took out the two novels, Jon Hassler’s Simon’s Night and Elizabeth Strout’s Olive Kitteridge, which he brought to occupy the many hours he would pass in the chair. “Hulger, maybe truth about old age is best told in fiction.”
Hulger held his pout; his tail still said J’accuse.
Clair had read both books, Simon’s Night a few times. He brought them for their shared theme of old people who have drifted out of the central river current into the slack water. Dropping both books onto the rock, he opened his journal to write. “Fiction comes in four categories:
1) Stories of extraordinary people doing extraordinary things to face extraordinary challenges, which seems to be the grist of most current movies.
2) Extraordinary people facing ordinary challenges.
3) Ordinary people facing extraordinary challenges, which Hitchcock preferred.
4) Ordinary people facing ordinary challenges, which I prefer, but which is not in fashion in popular fiction.”
Assuming this is proper grist for your thoughts, which type(s) do you read most often?