Possibly it's because of the genres mostly served up here.
If there were a few more slice-of-life stories, stories with kitchen sink realism, then I might make more comments.
Or maybe I’m just grumpy.![]()
Possibly it's because of the genres mostly served up here.
If there were a few more slice-of-life stories, stories with kitchen sink realism, then I might make more comments.
Or maybe I’m just grumpy.![]()
The latter. WF is not the public library. People do not and should not write to please you, and derogatory comment about the genres they choose to work in is unseemly at best.
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"From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Someday I intend reading it." - Groucho Marx
Is kitchen sink realism something you write yourself?
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Personally, I love it when men do dishes. That's actually pretty darned appealing.
Flashes of Brilliance, a WF/LM anthology
Author of Crazytown
one-man band moderan
inhabitant of:
"From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Someday I intend reading it." - Groucho Marx
I just learned about it. We recently saw the movie Silence of the Long Distance Runner, and I came across the term when I looked it up. It's a loose classification for a kind of realism in art, literature and film that came out of England in the late 50's and early 60's. The literature and films seem to be mostly about angry, disaffected young men rebelling against the status quo. The paintings mainly depict every day objects and scenes -- that's where the "kitchen sink" comes from.
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"Some people call me the space cowboy, some call me the gangster of love."
-- Albert Einstein
"I am really only interested in a fiction of miracles."
-- Flannery O'Connor
You know when you go to a place like Pakistan, the entire country is one big rubbish dump (sorry, but it is). Now if you look at my photographs of the country, you probably won't find a single piece of rubbish in them. From what I gather, kitchen sink realism is photographing the piles of rubbish to showcase that everything is a tip in the guise of being 'realistic'.
Caution : Doesn't come with 1698-B sanity certificate
I'd kill for a blueberry scroll, or maim for a apple one. Alas...
I would agree - and add, 'Look back in Anger' and the Wesker trilogy of plays. The glasshouse for kitchen sink drama was The Royal Court Theatre in Sloane Square with the mad - sorry ecentric Joan Littlewood at the helm....you had to be there, it was the crucible that prepared an audience to Pinter and Becket.
No worries, man. The very next story I write about faucets, etc., I will post here.
For the record, I feel kinda the same way--usually I don't want to say anything about the stuff I see because I figure I'm not the right audience.
Don't take my advice personally. Also don't expect me to provide disclaimers like, "Just my opinion, but..." You should know that by now.
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