Mary Doria Russell’s novel A Thread of Grace, which is set in Italy towards the end of WWII.
It is very sad. I read someplace - sorry, don’t remember where - that his brother(s) claim the author made everything up. I don’t see how anyone can make that stuff up though.
I was about to “ditto” this . . . then it reminded me of *The Diary of Anne Frank. *That girl had so much life within her, so much to live for. And yet it was her death that became her gift to the world. Nobody would have cared about her story, had she survived.
This article discuss some of the reasons to doubt the veracity, on which I have no opinion. It’s not hard to make up horrible things, because you don’t really have to make them up: they probably happened to someone. The fiction could be in them all happening to any one person, let alone to him. Again, I couldn’t care less. I’ve flipped through his books, and he’s not a very good writer.
The Grapes of Wrath is pretty bleak.
As an 13 year old A Separate Peace was disturbing.
I hated Lord of the Flies and Flowers for Algernon. I never read Where the Red Fern Grows but did sob openly at both A Dog Called Kitty and one called Hush that was about child abuse and included a violent animal death.
I just finished this, and was about to nominate it when I saw you had. For those who don’t check out the link, it is about a small village beset by the plague. Half to two thirds of them die. The protagonist, who is widow already, loses both her children. This is not a happy book.
re “Child called It” - gads this is so popular in the school libraries where I work. Horrifying to think why it may touch a nerve in these kids. but they all feel sorry for themselves, so maybe it’s not so horrifying.
anyway, there’s a lot out there on the net debunking it, saying the author made up a lot of it. best to judge for yourself. here’s a link to an interesting NY Times article on the author http://www.nytimes.com/2002/07/28/magazine/dysfunction-for-dollars.html?pagewanted=all&src=pm
ending hijack
Tolkien’s The Children of Hurin. Basically, the Devil hates Hurin so much that he sets out to make Hurin’s children suffer as much as humanly possible, while Hurin himself is forced to watch from afar. And succeeds. But the writing itself is perhaps the most beautiful prose I’ve ever read.
Chronos - your entry makes me think of another depressing book, the Book of Job in the Bible. Plot - God & Satan make a bet on whether they can break a believer. When Job asks God why his life has been ruined God basically tells him to shut up, that God can do whatever he wants. And I’m supposed to worship this God? That’s depressing.
so many depressing books, so little time.
(oh and Chronos, we never discuss LOTR here anymore. wonder what those blue wizards are up to)
The Book of Job is bad, but The Book of Ecclesiastes - the most non-religious part of the OT - is even more depressing - it has the ring of a weary truth to it. Job is just craziness, but Ecclesiasties is depressing because, well, who hasn’t thought the same way at one point or another?
I dunno anything, written by anyone, that is more depressing than this:
You do realize the whole thing’s a sham, right? The author just made it all up.
I haven’t read all the ones mentioned here, but it’s hard to imagine them depressing me more than The Road.
Bastard Out Of Carolina by Dorothy Allison. First book in a very long time that made me angry and sad simultaneously.
I don’t know, Ecclesiastes just reads like bad teenage emo poetry, to me.
Malthus - those lines from Ecclesiastes are beautiful, in their own morbid way. I used to have that passage memorized. Thanks for posting it.
ETA - that’s funny that we respond to that so differently, Chronos! To each their own
She’s Come Undone by Wally Lamb. Heartbreaking but brilliant. About due a fourth read…
Angela’s Ashes and Bastard out of Carolina are right up there, but for me they get edged out by A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini, the author of The Kite Runner. It was an excellent book about the lives of two women in Afghanistan. I actually had to take a break from the book so I could get enough perspective to finish it without throwing myself off a cliff.
I would heartily recommend it to anyone with a fairly stable mental health history :D.
John Irving always seems to do it for me. I love pretty much all of his books, but they almost always leave me in tears. Particularly amazing when he essentially starts the book by telling you that everyone is going to die.* A Prayer for Owen Meany* & The World According to Garp are both good examples, but I think Hotel New Hampshire takes the cake. Occasionally the phrase “Sorrow floats” pops into my head, and it never fails to choke me up.