Anyone find themselves unconsciously avoiding fiction with contemporary settings?
I understand what you mean, but not really.
I chalk it down to lacking the literary devices to tell drama in our own age (not that they don't exist), you gotta think that most stories are based around a great conflict or development, the ramifications of which aren't easy to discern when you're in the the middle of it.
That's sensible, though I suspect that in my case the reason is nothing less stupid than aesthetically associating great stories with a perceptibly gone-by period of time, or in some cases entirely made-up frames (which would include far science-fiction).
When I want escapism I do. When I want confrontationism I don't.
>aesthetically associating great stories with a perceptibly gone-by period of time, or in some cases entirely made-up frames (which would include far science-fiction).
This gives me an idea:
We like to think we would be the heroes in those foregone or future times, but it's pretty obvious, statistically speaking, that it wouldn't be the case. Meanwhile in our current era a single individual has a much bigger chance to start or tangentially be part of some world changing development; sure you're not going to dicovers continents or planets, but you can easily travel to and interact with almost any part of the planet; and you're not a cyborg (yet) or a wizard (yet), but knowledge and technology are more advanced and accesible than ever.
So aren't we enamored with the idea of being Great Men in those alien settings because we feel irrelevant in our overbearing world? We're all ready to fight in a world where right and wrong are clear, but isn't living in this world where everyone is human actually the braver thing to do? Doesn't losing to great demons pale in comparison to the constant possibility that you might unawarely kill billions with a click?
Am I not just puffing my chest?
I dislike books that feature cellphones. I think it's because I grew up reading things that were from before the cellphone era, and so reading books set in the present day, there's these present-day aspects that just feel pointless to have in books.
you're god damn right i am. now sucks. nothing exciting happens, it's all just "oh let me hop in my car and drive to the grocery store then come home to play LoL and eat powdered donuts." shit's boring.
nothing after the 1950s is worthwhile. nothing.
like any time period was ever any better
>oh let me hop in my car and drive to the drugstore then come home to play jazz records and drink a malted milkshake.
This mentality is growing. Progressives have destroyed the Western identity and values, and now we are searching for meaning in a meaningless world. It's unsurprising that the immigrants progressives imported into their consumerist and empty societies choose not to participate in Western culture and return to a meaningful pursuit. I think Muslims are the scum of the earth, the absolute filth, but I encourage them all to join ISIS and accelerate our eventual nuclear holocaust
oh let me hop on my horse and ride to the town in the south, kill some turks and then impale them on stakes
literally the most based man in european history
i should add, he didn't kill and impale turks, he impaled them alive, the whole trick was to impale them in such a way that they would squirm for days. there's a whole science to it.
What exactly was so much better during the 50's compared to today?
Have you considered that it is you who is boring?
You're a fool. Western identity has always been based off of progressiveness.
I'm not mad at all. I'm genuinely curious. I enjoy both contemporary and classical fiction
shit just sucks now. about 10 years after the bombs fell, the world lost its innocents and descended in to callous satirism and cynicism. sincerity is dead, and the geniuses have not risen in my eyes. I am unsure that they will ever be born again.
He's a fucking legend.
As a deterrent to the greater Ottoman army he impaled 20,000 of their people on fucking spikes. A bunch of them were still living when the Sultan arrived, and they squirmed and cried out. The Turks were so demoralised seeing nothing but their countrymen tortured to death as far as the eye could see that they went home.
>never read Augustine
>thinks active Millenarianism is Christian
This. Having a meaningful fantasy (nationalism, religion, whatever) is nice, but it is in the end only a constructed and arbitrary answer to the inherent meaninglessness of life.
Either you adhere to one, either you build your own knowing it's bullshit, either you shit post memz on a Dutch, pigeon-relying, epistolary network.
I'm socially awkward and unable to create modern scenarios with the nuance of reality
It's much easier to mimic the speech of the 1350s or 1940s, because an audience cannot perceive my lack of realistic nuance in these settings.
>I can't feel for myself
>I cant make observations for myself
>I rely on interpretations provided for me by historians
you're kind of missing the point of expressing your observations. pretty much all expression is about what had been observed at that moment. but sometimes authors change up the setting to appeal to a more profitable audience. like instead of wandering home drunk from a night at the bar, they're drinking milk plus then wandering home. or taking soma. or whatever the fuck you want to substitute in because its not actually important which particular substance is being consumed because everyone can understand the depraved march to the store for a bag of gummie worms while gurning or whatever common human experience. lrn2archetype.