Short story – “The Busker.”

Another of my short stories has been published over at Terror House literary magazine. It’s called The Busker and it’s a short study of the blue pill pitfalls that imperil us all. Check it out and let me know what you think. I have shown it to a few people and so far people either really love it or really, and I mean really hate it.

2 thoughts on “Short story – “The Busker.”

  1. Adam T

    I didn’t like it, which was unexpected since i’ve enjoyed all your other work. It didn’t seem to have a point and didnt make much sense. If his guitar made little noise above the din, why would the guy even care? I’m not a fan of buskers, but any annoyance i feel is from them disturbing my peace, but if its noisy already, big whoop.

    Not sure why the girl is smiling at the end. Seemed incongruous. She should be either snarling or grinning idiotically.

    But the real reason i didnt like it was it seems like one of those pieces of writing where the author is using intricate and complex prose with excessive descriptive words to make the story seem more impressive. The best writing doesnt need this as the story can carry itself.

    I think you were trying too hard to make this story work, but its not a short story in and of itself. It could be reworked as the opening scene to a longer piece.

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  2. anon1234

    I liked the set-up, and think the deeper implications of the story only come from further reflection. Think of it less as a story and more as a provocative parable.

    The central idea is worth exploring: what happens to us as a society when we praise people similarly for succeeding and for merely showing up? What happens when we stop discriminating based on reasonable assessments of value, and instead subsidize mediocrity? What happens if we attempt to correct the mediocre? How do they respond? How does society?

    The busker was a relatively innocuous localized spot of mediocrity, but his presence stirred something deep within the narrator. When subsidized mediocrity seeps into the whole culture, a single instance of it both upholds and represents the mediocrity in its entirety. Red pill men often feel compelled to do something about that mediocrity. The narrator offers brutal criticism, and society protects its mediocrity by rewarding it when it is attacked.

    Aggressive pushback is better than nothing. As a musician myself I’d chat with the guy about his favorite music, ask if I could play a song and use that as a segue into offering some tips. Not because it’s my responsibility, but because I just enjoy music and encouraging musicians, and teaching is my preferred method of confronting mediocrity

    Good stuff, looking forward to the next one.

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