i wonder where in life we got the impression that stories always have to resolve.
if there’s one thing i don’t like about reading books / watching films nowadays, it’s that we’re under the impression that things always have to be tied up into a neat tidy ending, complete with a bow on the top [for aesthetics, i guess].
i like things that don’t finish – particularly because that is how life seems. why is it that we think that stories need a destination all of the time?
cormac mccarthy is one of my favorite authors for this style of story.
in many of his stories, we are offered a short glimpse into the life of the protagonist – somewhere in the middle of the story, sometimes – and are only allowed to spend a short amount of time traveling with this person. the journey he [mccarthy] takes us on with this character is filled with twists and turns and at the end of our glimpse into the character’s life we are left with a satisfaction that this part of their [the character’s] story was told and there is nothing more that needs to be said at this point in time.
that’s not to say that more can’t happen to the protagonist – it’s just that it doesn’t need to be said because it isn’t important to the story.
why do we always expect resolution?