I like short stories, and some of the most memorable writing I have ever read has been in this format. The Lottery. Who could EVER forget that? A Dissertation Upon Roast Pig. The Gift Of The Magi. Oh, so many more.
But I, too, do not like to sit down and read a collection of short stories; be they by one author or many. Why?
Well, for one thing, I like to really get into a book these days. Have it last me a while and pull me into its world. Short stories tend to be too abrupt. You start off, and WHOOPS, the story is done and you are left dismayed most of the time. Some happy or hilarious endings, but too, too few of these. Most of the time you are appalled and upset.
Feelings I avoid these days, as I can feel them nibble, nibble, nibble away at my physical well being and shove me ever closer to my demise.
I think this describes why I, why we, do not relish short stories these days.