What’s the most depressing work of fiction that you ever read?
Mine is Dalton Trumbo’s 1939 novel Johnny Got His Gun about a US serviceman who has lost his limbs and his voice in combat but whose mind is fully functioning. He is permanently relegated to a hospital bed, unable to move, unable to speak, his situation the very definition of hell.
I hear you - unfortunately, Steinbeck has that flavor of books. He has the other flavor - fun, whimsical stories like Tortilla Flat, Cannery Row, etc. Wish those were assigned more often in school!
I have a few - I tend to call them “everybody dies” books. Hardy, some Dickens, the darker Steinbeck stuff. Oy.
I wholeheartedly agree that The Pearl was depressing, but I actually liked it…it was among the few things that I was forced to read in school that I did enjoy and found interesting.
My nominations would have to be Great Expectations and Les Miserables. It’s one thing when the stories themselves are depressing, but when the actual reading is trudging and amplifies that depression, that’s another. Thank gawd I never had to read Moby Dick, Of Mice And Men, and Jude The Obscure…
Night Train by Martin Amis. A murder-whodunit. Here’s the setup: A cop has to investigate a suspicious suicide by a woman who had everything going for her - genius astrophysicist, engaged to be married to a golden boy, etc. Turns out the victim had two bullets in her head, so it looks like murder.
Here’s the solution, if you don’t want to read it (but think about reading it first!):The two bullets is a red herring - suicides do that, sometimes. The victim committed suicide out of hard-won nihilism based on her research (and other stuff in her life). The book ends with the cop-narrator, an on-the-wagon alcoholic, having been driven off the wagon and probably ready to off herself as well.
I can’t recommend the entire book, but The Passage by Justin Cronin (which is a novel, though not literature) has one of the most depressing first Chapters EVER. The entire book is bleak but that first chapter. Damn, I’ve got something in my eye.
Atlas Shrugged: tedious, boring, depressing and pointless. The more I read, the more I wanted to murder Ayn Rand and then shoot myself in the head. That was one fucked up woman.
A contender might be Wuthering Heights, although I can’t decide if it was depressing or just crushingly boring.
“A Knight of Ghosts and Shadows” by Poul Anderson, pretty much the climax of the Dominic Flandry saga. Now, this is a brilliant book! The concepts and development are at the very peak of Anderson’s creativity.
But, oh, hades, what a depressing book! He really whales on his protagonist, hurting him in ways I wouldn’t hurt my worst enemy.