These books are pertinent and changed the way we look at sadness and depression. Do some have more valid reasons than others for their sadness? Can we really attribute a level of sadness to someone? Is it morally correct to think that one’s depression is worse than another’s?
It’s been said that the most depressing book of all time has to be The Diary of Anne Frank. If you haven’t heard of this book, you should probably get out of the rock that you’ve been living under. The Diary of Anne Frank is incredibly sad because it showcases a young girl’s diary during a time of mass genocide – concentration camps, ghettos, and all. Yes, we’re speaking about the Holocaust.
Next on the list is a book I have never heard of before, called The Road by Cormac McCarthy.
Good Reads had it summarized as:
“A searing, post apocalyptic novel destined to become Cormac McCarthy’s masterpiece.
A father and his son walk alone through burned America. Nothing moves in the ravaged landscape save the ash on the wind. It is cold enough to crack stones, and when the snow falls it is gray. The sky is dark. Their destination is the coast, although they don’t know what, if anything, awaits them there. They have nothing; just a pistol to defend themselves against the lawless bands that stalk the road, the clothes they are wearing, a cart of scavenged food—and each other.”
Bridge to Terabithia is the third on the depressing book list – and I have heard of this one, but never really understood what it was about. In fact, now I’m more confused than ever.
Good Reads summarized the work as:
“Jess Aarons’ greatest ambition is to be the fastest runner in his grade. He’s been practicing all summer and can’t wait to see his classmates’ faces when he beats them all. But on the first day of school, a new girl boldly crosses over to the boys’ side and outruns everyone. That’s not a very promising beginning for a friendship, but Jess and Leslie Burke become inseparable. Together they create Terabithia, a magical kingdom in the woods where the two of them reign as king and queen, and their imaginations set the only limits.”
I don’t understand what is depressing – it sounds happy and lovely at worst. I suppose it’s peaked my interest enough that I will have to read it now.
1984 is the fourth and last book I will talk about in this article. George Orwell is an author I know – not because of this book, but because of Animal Farm, which was terribly depressing and politically correct as well. 1984 is Orwell’s prophecy about the future – and although it has been proven to have not happened, Orwell has created a vision so powerful that it is now timeless as it is depressing.
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