To compare the realism in The Real Thing and the Maid of St. Phillipe is no easy task. The troubles begin with understanding the vagueness of what being a realist or what a realist piece of work is. If there is a straying away from emotions and spirituality then how real is The Maid of St. Phillipe, where the character Marianne is nearly transcended as a spirit as she rides away into the sun to live with the Cherokees, juxtaposed against the boring scenery and setting of the Real Thing, its hard to consider them both within the same genre. It can be argued that every genre ever is realism, just another version of real life, bastardized or mutated into something beautiful and poetic. Maybe it is in the description of things instead of feelings, that is the only similarities I found between the two. Description of whats in front of you, put the reader in the scene and let his or her emotions flourish, do not assume that your emotions are universal. This is where I see strength and individuality in realism, that way noone can ever read the same story twice because a deserted desert town can symbolize many things for many people, and there can be many different reactions to how one thrives or tries to survive in that environment.
-Damian Hunt