RPGs as fiction:
http://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2015/jun/19/the-joy-of-reading-role-playing-gamesThe literary connection there reminds me of a quote by E. M. Forster, he of the lovely and keen short novels. He said that his flaw as a writer was that he was only able to write 3 characters - himself, someone he despised, and someone he idolized. He contrasted this to Shakespeare, who was able to write of all shades of all people, and this I love.
You have little idea of who Shakespeare is, and why? Because his characters are all flesh and blood, from the villian of the universe Iago to the angel of Desdemona to all the other characters with their flaws and strengths. For me it makes Shakespeare harder to digest, because I do not have one creature to hold onto - but there are moments, like when Lear is on the moors in the dark rain and wind, knowing he is losing his mind and yet fighting against it, mad, mad, let me not be mad!! And in those moments I have a glimpse of a man who knows what it means to be on the edge and be almost tipped over into it. But Shakespeare is all of his creations, from Cleopatra in her jealousy and her age with respect to Anthony's prospective bride...that scene is so darling and subtle, I know she's a fiend but I love Cleopatra.
The point of all this is for me, how difficult it is to RP in this gorgeous immersive fully fleshed out way, but how good it is for the soul when you can even get a piece of it right. Because the stories inside the plays and novels that I'm talking about are absolutely sustaining. In a very deep and heavy duty way. Sustaining, necessary for life.
If any of us fail at RP I would suggest reading more. Either the RPG books mentioned in the Guardian article I linked to, or Tolstoi, Shakespeare, any novels that grab you. Because you get infused by them and it comes out of you.
Or, you could use great literature for lower purposes, like I did when I was trying to piss off an old time player in the pub, years ago, who I did not like and who did not like me - this creature would get in /tell with me and talk to me, uninvited, about OOC and IC in this bossy snobby way. Meanwhile his char would be talking in main with a horrible, hysterical deep south accent - I thought he would do well by reading a lot of Mark Twain instead of just never using the "g" key - anyway - so one night I pulled out a set of plays by that darling Moliére and had the book open next to me as I RP'd in the pub - "eyes chewing up the scenery" etc., every good line was Moliére's and it was beautiful
But that was meta, very funny but very meta and not immersive. But it's one of my best memories from darling old Planeshift