I do not know if I'll ever be able to even remotely comparable to submit a Heinrich von Kleist's novellas.
Should I also bring together only half-decent, so I will at any rate give unto him.
The novella is a seemingly simple literary form: essentially a storyline up to the climax, a clear output.
And yet, myself included, so far at least, virtually writes no more good stories.
It is therefore even investigate the question why this is so. (It is not probably because nowadays not even his son, even if he already bigger than you, nor can send fetch a beer writer myself, what now once again just annoying.)
So, the beer is bey, the question that's not answered but.
Can it be that just makes the simplicity of the thing so difficult?
In any case, it should be noted that literary prose writers flee in the short story to this side (which are, according to Kafka, except Bukowski, almost all shit), or over there in the novel.
Here you have to do almost nothing to be celebrated when you enjoys the corresponding promotion, where you can talk about around so long, until the book for maybe someone takes a thick enough and serious.
In the short story but it is true. The writer must really be able to tell, otherwise it remembers every one that he can not do it. That's nasty.
He can not hide behind escalating, lachrymose dialogue, flashbacks, childhood descriptions, such ending of Dömen and waters, menstrual cramps and five years of menopause, no, proceed the action must, it has to happen.
The reader must also step of the way, notice that something is happening, and yet decisive will happen. The author can not, like say in the typical American Short Story, simply nothing, by what writes what thank goodness is not long, nor that he so long is therefore likely to blabber anything, to the reader, happy and relieved at the end of the book ,
In Kleist maintains on the first page are already more than other in thirty halbpennälerhaften short stories or novels that can break when dropped foot bones.
So it goes. Lallbacken the one and the other kind are not needed here. You deliver. And without ceasing.
This tightness makes the novella. Boccaccio shows how Cervantes shown it as Kleist and Gogol and Storm.
One might therefore almost close to the "modern" state of mind: It has either no beginning and no end, therefore, short, or you have very long no beginning and no end as well. And really there is not a substance, eh, because all materials had already other.
Now: What am I doing here me funny. I did not know myself yet shown that I can. But at least I know in advance where the problem lies. My I.
Who gives me a decent new novella, I'll buy a beer. Promised.
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