Dostoyevsky and Zola really get to me, especially the former. I admittingly am a hard-head and rarely feel depressed or cry when reading melodramatic stories (though there are always exceptions). I do, on the other hand, find stories of utter bleakness to be terribly depressing. Not in the way that one would cry, but in which one would simply feel empty and devoid of meaning. Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot and End Game are examples of this (especially the latter). Upon first reading them, I wasn't all that depressed and in fact was more overcome by the comedic wordplay of the former, than the existential themes it embodied. I read it again, and was haunted. End Game especially. There is just something so bleak about that single confined room. The unseen post-Apocolayptic landscape. The absurdly comic parents in trash-cans. Such a great, hilarious and depressing play.
(Btw the two quotes in my signature are from the two plays)



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