Welcome to anti-Wednesday, the day that isn’t. As promised, we’re talking about anti-tales.
When confronting the daunting task of attempting to define anti-tale, I’m tempted to follow the example of George MacDonald—to define by example and say, ‘Find Waiting for Godot. Read that. That is an anti-tale.’
And of course it is, but that’s rather like saying ‘Go look at Michelangelo’s David. That is a sculpture,’ or ‘Listen to Bach’s Inventions—those are inventions.’ It’s rather beside the point, smacks of paucity, and manages to explain everything while explaining nothing.
Which isn’t a bad way to begin addressing anti-tale, actually.
Go do it. Alternatively, this.
Well, shall we go?