It's been at least three weeks since I finished this and I still don't know what to say about. I mean, I *did* finish it, and pretty quickly, so I must have enjoyed it on some level. I know I did. At the same time, the experience was rather empty.
The conceit is good (future dystopia predicated on an escapist, virtual-reality culture), with an interesting twist (gaming -- and in particular one game -- is everything, and that one game is based on the 1980's), and the plot moves along very nicely, but the effect is flat. It's one of those books where everything is mentioned and a few things are explained but nothing is examined in any kind of meaningful way.
Apparently it will soon be a movie.
People are always telling me that my work is too dark. So I've put up this sunnier story, but even it has a shadow, as its original publisher – a fine Atlantic Canadian literary magazine called the Gaspereau Review – is no longer in business. ---------------- It was a simple enough thing and that thing was simply this: Edmund Kelley was a gentleman. Of course his mom called him her 'little gentleman', as in 'Oh Edmund, you are my perfect little gentleman,' which did seem to hold to a certain logic that these type of things often follow, considering her affection for him and the fact that he was, after all, only ten years old. Still, Edmund himself was not particularly fond of the diminutive aspect of that title. Gentleman was enough; gentleman summed up the whole thing rather nicely, thank you. He was definitely a more refined version of your average child. He lived in a state of perpetual Sunday m
Hey, that post is funny - I found your blog, when I decided to do my blog berlinletters.blogspot.com in German too - and then I looked which blogs followed it, and yours was the next after the next. Scrolled a bit - liked it, joined.
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