Nobody knows your friend’s dad. How are we supposed to guess if he ended up happy? If we use Kerouac and F. Scott Fitzgerald as examples of people who did not end up happy, maybe he did. Or maybe he died totally miserable pining for a woman he met when he was 14. We don’t know and that’s the great mystery of strangers.
It doesn’t help your comment much to start off talking about amorphous constraints when you conclude with something even more amorphous.
And finally, I’m sure they’re talking about literary fiction.
> Nobody knows your friend’s dad.
What an astute observation. Almost as if you got my point. Some writers are unknown to the whole world.
> How are we supposed to guess if he ended up happy?
I didn't ask if he did. I asked if what I described counts as "ended up happy"?
> It doesn’t help your comment much to start off talking about amorphous constraints when you conclude with something even more amorphous.
Perhaps if you give it an other read you will realise that what I'm doing is unpacking what I find amorphous about the question. Who is a writer? Who can we truly say that they have ended up happy? So yes, of course you will find much ambiguity in my answer.
But if you can't handle it imagine that all I said: Victor Hugo, Terry Pratchett.
I’m not going to engage with this.