well, i guess i grew stronger since. because the relentless despair and anger i pick up from these stories affects me differently than it did in the past.
the world sucks for the protagonists of zz packer’s stories. there is not a drop of beauty or poeticism in it. the world sucks, and sometimes you can’t do anything about it, other than feel and share their pain.
read this as an antidote to cloying happy-clappy positivism.