For me, literary fiction has some very attractive flow, and if I start reading, I often find myself completely sucked into the movement of the prose. However, I don't really enjoy the resolution (or non-resolution, as is so often the case) of the typical literary climax.
This one was no different...at the end, everyone died un-satisfied. All the main characters left this life in a state of yearning, and the book ended. Just. Like. That.
For those of you who like literary fiction, what am I missing? How do you read it and not get completely depressed? I seldom give in to my curiosity with these types of books, because other than very rare occasions (Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe, which is on the edge of literary, imo), I'm disappointed and grumpy at the end. *sigh*