Picking through The Passionate, Accurate Story by Carol Bly, which interested me because it sounded like a good book about adding depth to characters. I’m finding it a disappointing period piece (1990) with all the worst aspects of ‘90s political correctness.
Fiction, in her view, is only accurate emotionally if it follows a set of prescribed values: anti-corporate, anti-violence, etc. She wants writers to raise their consciences to produce propagandistic art.
She also attacks SF as shallow, producing, ironically, the sort of fiction she is prescribing, simply a literature of ideas.
She has a section on encouraging imagination in children, which I’m all for. At the same time, those moments when my imagination was discouraged pushed me to write to explore it.