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Because you see, once you start writing randomly then things just flow out. Like I’ve been reading “ The end of Mr Y .”, generously donated by my favourite book dealer, T. D., and (bless him) he says he loves the main character and I think hmmm no thanks, I have BEEN her for so bloody long I can barely stand the sight (or read) of her now!
But of course yes, I do relate and I do understand and yet her thoughts in the book are a little too coherent and on a level to justify the emotions she claims to have, that, I think, is the only artifice, but hey, who am I to judge. The book is brilliant and so well researched and just so easily drifts along trains of thoughts and emotions and philosphies and yet if you stop for a miute and think about it you realise that the author actually had so much knowledge in order to be able to write it with so much apparent ease. And that’s where I see how I could never write a book the way I’d like to: you do need to know what the hell you’re writing about, unfortunately. I suppose that’s why many people write total fantasy.
I also have to thank gionni so so much for Hyperion: he recommended it to me ages ago, and I never got the chance to thank him. Unfortunately I know he doesn’t read English so much so I suppose I’m going to have to translate this post at least., at some point.
So there you go, thank you gionni for that wonderful book, the first one I read and was left so disappointed at the end, I was like what!? I read about all these people and now it comes to the climax and… it ends???? But fortunately then I saw that of course there was The fall of Hyperion and then the book changes totally, it becomes faster and even more intriguing and it makes you wonder about life and yes, GOD, and yet is so deliciously sciencefictiony and even funny and scary too. Loved it. So thank you, and I will also soon be getting Endymion too.