So much time spent here, wallowing in premise, trying to certify that it stands up. It doesn’t. It probably won’t, so jump in.
My favorite book cracks my heart open every time I read it. But the basic idea, the summary, of that book could go like this: A retired couple gets some new neighbors. Some they like, some they don’t. They talk about life. People in the neighborhood interact, argue, offend each other. Someone dies. Some of the neighbors move away.
Nothing in the external premise sounds compelling. The execution, the specifics, the surprising details and gorgeous sentences give the story legs to stand on.
No more considering the story’s concept. More concrete making of the story itself.