No one opens up a novel to read about the boring bits of life: brushing teeth, doing the dishes, office drudgery. We read to escape those things, to be entertained, and to see the world in a new way.
One of the difficulties of capturing some of life’s challenges in a novel is that they don’t always easily lend themselves to narrative form. At times, we’re all struck by a sense of aimlessness triggered by grief, depression, or a missing sense of purpose. And yet it’s really tricky to make aimlessness engaging in a novel.