I’ve easily read over a
thousand short stories. I have numerous
short story collections, and I used to subscribe to a couple magazines that
published 10-12 stories each issue and I read all of them. Now I am terrible with titles or names of
authors, but if you had me describe the plot of a story, I probably remember …
fifty or so. But if you handed me a
story I read a decade ago but couldn’t remember, there’s a fifty-fifty chance I’d
remember something as I was reading it.
This all came up
recently, because there is a short story I really enjoyed and I wanted to find
it. Partly just to reread it, but also
to see if it was online anywhere so I could share it, since it has some relevance
to everything going on in the world now.
But I can’t remember what it was called, or who wrote it, or what
magazine it was in. And when I searched
for it using basic terms that fit the story, it turned out there is a novel
with that basic term as a title, which were all the results. So I’m still searching for that story. If I ever find it, I’ll come back and leave a
note.
Now what does all that
have to do with the title of this post?
Well, of the hundreds of stories I read in those magazines, that one
story is the only one I remember truly enjoying. The dozen or so other stories I remember I …
disliked to hated. Which means, most of
the stories I read I don’t remember because they were just okay. Maybe okay good, or okay bad, but ultimately forgettable. The vast majority of the stories I remember,
I remember because I did not like them. Like,
there’s a story about this futuristic sports doping scandal that falls apart
because the people that spent time and money on this doping technology forgot
to tell the athlete they needed to train differently. Or the group that built a time machine and
are sending someone back to study this lost civilization decide on the loose
cannon with no training over anyone better qualified. Or the President who hints multiple times
they have a secret plan for world peace, but when they have to reveal it, it’s
just we’re going to bomb people who disagree with us. And they weren’t a “How the hell did this
asshole become President?” type, but someone up until then shown to be
diplomatic and understanding of the power of their position.
I was thinking about all
of this, and I realized that maybe writers should write a bad story, just in
case it gets published and someone remembers it because they disliked it. I mean, being remember that way is probably
easier than being remembered for writing a good story. Something to think about.
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