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Is it weird to not really enjoy most fiction? I mostly read nofivtion books like biographies, books on history, and almost every book available on space. I've been attempting to read some classics lately, and I must say that I'm not really enjoying it. The only fiction I really enjoy reading is satire, and even that is only on occasion.
When I finish a nonfiction book I feel like I've learned something new, something exciting about the world or a person. However, when I read fiction I don't have that same feeling. I either enjoyed it, but feel like i didn't learn anything, or I thought it was a waste of time.
Is this normal? I realize I must sound like a huge idiot, but I'm just looking for some insight here.
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Hi /lit/, tell me what you think of my short story. Thanks.
The curtains would sometimes flap with the cliché foreboding of a horror scene, or sometimes they would expand and deflate as lungs breathing, but always it was the cold that cleaved the dream from his sleep, and then the light would brighten his eyelids, forcing him to duck below the threadbare quilt where he breathed himself warm until he could no longer breathe and had to surface for air and squint and recognise the day. Rising on his elbows he waited for the tickle at the back of his throat and soon the cough came, loud and hoarse, but patiently he suffered it until it ceased to detain and he rose and made ready the day. Having dressed himself he put water on the boil and as it began to bubble he poured himself a mug of steam, inhaling from the cauldron to soothe the itch in his throat that threatened a reprisal. Black tea made him nauseous but he was glad of the warmth as it spread through him, prompting him to think of the day ahead now that he could leave the cold behind. It had been two days since the window had broken and today he intended to replace it, to banish the cold and break the fingers of light that with the blessing of a breeze poked around the curtains and prodded him from slumber.
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Linguists, help me out please. (Not sure if I'm in the right place here, but I don't know which other board to ask.)
I'm trying to pin the kind of semantic change that the word 'lad' has undergone in British English. That is, from a young boy who typically worked in a pastoral setting to a beer-drinking, football-watching lout.
So far I've thought it's antiphrasis, but the two aren't really direct opposites.
Any help is much appreciated!
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What would you say the boundary between genre fiction and literary fiction is? I've had a few sci-fi and alternate history short stories published but I've recently had a burning desire to try my hand at "serious" literary fiction. Now, I know what is and isn't literary fiction is decided mostly by the publishers and reviewers, but what would you guys say is the boundary line? Could a story incorporating, say, magical realism, still be published as literary fiction in today's market?