Disco Elysium had magnificent worldbuilding, a rich inner life (of an utter disaster of a human being), metaphysically unique circumstances for its setting, cryptids, and I even thought the ending(s) were bittersweet yet still satisfying.
Those professors I mentioned would hate it from the start because it didn't take place in a real life city and didn't name-drop specific brands of items seen on the shelfs of rooms where the misanthropic characters smoke, cuss, and hurt themselves.
(they forced us to read J.M. Coetzee's Disgrace in college)
UGH.
I tried to block out most of that "non genre" genre gritty pretentious wine liberal slop, but for some reason (probably because the professor decided to spend a week of class time exhaustively delving into it) a particular short story called "Why Don't You Dance?" was like his favorite work of all time and its only mercy was that it was so short... but six hours of class time delving into the boomerriffic ennui may have been the start of my decision of "I've decided I don't like boomers and their values and ideology are as toxic as the lead in their brains" since then.
Disco Elysium had magnificent worldbuilding, a rich inner life (of an utter disaster of a human being), metaphysically unique circumstances for its setting, cryptids, and I even thought the ending(s) were bittersweet yet still satisfying.
Those professors I mentioned would hate it from the start because it didn't take place in a real life city and didn't name-drop specific brands of items seen on the shelfs of rooms where the misanthropic characters smoke, cuss, and hurt themselves.
I was joking, I have the same distaste with contemporary lit (they forced us to read J.M. Coetzee's Disgrace in college)
UGH.
I tried to block out most of that "non genre" genre gritty pretentious wine liberal slop, but for some reason (probably because the professor decided to spend a week of class time exhaustively delving into it) a particular short story called "Why Don't You Dance?" was like his favorite work of all time and its only mercy was that it was so short... but six hours of class time delving into the boomerriffic ennui may have been the start of my decision of "I've decided I don't like boomers and their values and ideology are as toxic as the lead in their brains" since then.