Unhappily Ever After (WOL)

Entry for 01/19:
Today is for certain a lazy day. I'm just going to sit about and read my heart out until I have to work. Right now I'm trying to blaze my way through And Then by Soseki. It started out fine, it's slow and philosophical, but I don't mind those type of books so long as the philsophy is sound and the scenery beautiful. Both were just as they ought to be and I was perfectly fine wandering through the life of a character who has no ambition nor inclination to have a sound opinion on anything, when I suddenly walked into the middle of a love triangle and everything has gone downhill since. I dislike sad endings and I know this is going to have one, I just know it. Hence, progression on the novel has slowed considerably.

I'm also reading through a stack of futurist poetry for my Russian lit course, and a bit of proletariat poems as well, which is interesting. Sort of. Some of the poems just basically say, "Yay new order! We rule!," which isn't very exciting to read, but the authors with a pinch of creativity to them are quite good. I've also learned that the first sci-fi novel was written in Russia during this period. It's called We by Zamyatin and it's fascinating, though I'm nearly sure already that it's going to have a sad ending, too.

Why can't they let there be a bit of happiness in the world? There's enough sadness in reality. If book-people can't even contrive happy endings what does that say for the luck of the rest of us?