27 thoughts on “Reader Friday: Tears

  1. “The Rocket” by Ray Bradbury. It’s a short story, but the only fiction that made me weep.

    It’s about a poor man who builds a pretend rocket ship for his children to bring them joy and escapism. It has a kind of gospel quality in that it instructs the reader how to be a good father.

  2. Resident horse expert, Judith Tarr, at Tor. com is doing a classic horse novel reread. Last week, she did BLACK BEAUTY, the most traumatic horse book from all our childhoods. The novel was the UNCLE TOM’S CABIN of the early days of the animal anticruelty movement, but I would never read it again.

    I read something appalling, yesterday, about the same period. England had no protections in place for children, particularly children used as workers, so one enterprising lawyer used a dog protection law to press charges against some factory owner monster. This case shamed the English so much they clamored for laws to protect children. Women were considered property, though, for another fifty years or so.

  3. At my age having lost most of my family, closest friends, and pets, I have a nearly impossible emotional wall to break down when reading fiction because fiction. “That sucks,” or “damn” is a strong emotional response from me. I can’t recall a book that brought me to sad tears in years, but I avoid books like that, anyway. Life is too depressing to seek it in fiction. I much prefer a book that makes me happy at the end.

  4. My Guardienne has, for some reason, put up a barricade across this whole subject. I thought of the perfect book, then forgot the title before I could write it down. It will come to me . . .

    Okay, I dredged up one. Maybe the same one. The story, Nobody Loves a Drunken Indian, by Claire Huffaker, is typical of those rooted in the no-escape cultural collision between “The Makers” and “The People.”

    It’s not at the end, but in an earlier passage, we meet “She’ll-Be-Back-Pretty-Soon,” who sits by the road, waiting for his pretty, young wife to return from town, where she went shopping. She doesn’t appear, so, at the end of the day, he says, “She’ll be back pretty soon,” and goes home, just as he’s done every day, all these years.

  5. Where the Red Fern Grows. Read it as a young teen and could not believe the ending. Probably the first book I read in which the character experienced Loss.

  6. I didn’t cry at the end of To Kill A Mockingbird or Cry the Beloved Country when I read them, but the movie versions I did, especially the James Earl Jones version of Cry the Beloved Country.

  7. Like Marilyn, I no longer read something that I know will make me sad…I experience too much of it in real life to read about it. Therefore, I have never read a Nicholas Sparks book…because someone you care about always dies.

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