Ok. I really liked parts where the security guard loneliness cones out. The serial killer went too fast, and I would have liked to know him better.
I was security myself and have anecdotal empathica, bored and alone, no backup, armed, and reading Celine. I guess Celine is very much a reminiscence of Your style, it does really capture the pathos within. One real interesting facet is with him, is the absurd and brazen attempt to write , ‘America’ without being never there.
But just like how Kerouac envisions America, as a place that isn’t there, a Saturday night where everyone cruises to, but never get there, it is true to form.
I think his Long Day’s Journey Into the Night was remarkable, and kept me from the bug house during those long lonely nights.
Later I was totally disillusioned by learning of his rabid anti semitism, which even the Germans found irritable and way over hyperbolic.
Firstly, thank you for giving my story a shot. You’ve been a thorough reader, which makes you a companion, since this story is semi-autobiographical. In a way you’ve got to know a person intimately, in a way people in my real life only graze the surface. You’ve also allowed me to move on from this story since it was my first attempt at a short novel. I’ve had a hard time letting it go, and I could probably tweak it and write different endings to it for the rest of my life.
Above everything, this story was my attempt to show what it will be like when people start to go to work in the virtual world and life becomes similar to a video game. I’m not sure I captured that. After all, I started writing it 20 years ago, BEFORE the first Iphone came out. It was hard to portray virtual reality two decades before it actually hit the marketplace.
This story is different for many people. I’ve had one reader say this was the funniest book they’ve read, probably because they know me. For them, I don’t think the fantastic scenes held much that was believable. Maybe you got a laugh, but then again, maybe you saw it as a serious work.
I’m really happy that you could identify and even enjoy the passages of loneliness. I was wary that might bore most readers, but it sounds like you recognized something in them because of you security work. Understanding the loneliness was crucial to understanding the atmosphere, which you did.
It’s funny that you mentioned Kerouac. It was his few paragraphs in On The Road about a security guard, and the park ranger in Dharma Bums that let me know that I could share my version of the Night Watchman.
Celine however, I’m unfamiliar with. A Journey to the End of Night is a fine title and would have summarized my story completely. Thanks for recommending that author. I am sure to check him out!
I agree that I treated the serial killer perhaps too fast. The serial killer represented a conventional plot and kept things moving, but I still had the video game life in mind. In my view, playing video games is super fun, but when you shut the system down, there is something empty, something that lacks achievement. It doesn’t matter how many points I rack up, how many levels I complete, what dragons I slayed, there was the big fat nothing waiting for me at the end. The pathos you mentioned is that cold feeling. Of doing much that amounts to little. Of interacting but never fully participating. So the serial killer subject has the reader wanting more, which sometimes stays out of reach.
Lastly, I can tell that style is important you. Whatever the story has or doesn’t have, I hope you at least got a good ride on the language. Thanks for your honest and clear assessment.
My goal is to create stories that readers like to go back to, maybe find more. 2x for you!!!
And it never really comes to light. Despair of it overcomes any doubt: and for me it is consistent with a yoga .
The power of the kundalini is profound, and it fires the many shades of grey that it connects. It overcomes 'Its self toward a fearless - potential all inclusive possibility of being it’self, in the constantly reoccurring higher order.
All inconsistent modalities either fall by the wayside, but again re integrated through feedback of the invisible eye.
The bump here is the huddling through the anachronism of desire to define Samadhi, as a possession. It huddling through of this stage is inherent in total surrender.
Your tale, is the tale of many, who can not realize its potential, as the dog’s motive , waging the war of tales.
The existence of abstract relations within appears almost fool proof’d, the illusion works best whom it seems to benefit.
It is the final leap of the evolutionary form into the hungry ghost of desire.
Once this point is instilled, ALL golden edicts erase any pre functional selves
“This subversive text was inspired by the UnaBomber’s manifesto, but more importantly, by Time Wars by Jeremy Rifkin, the most interesting book I have ever read and for some very strange reason out of print.”
“The kind of thing a prisoner would read with all that jail time.”
You’re opinion is captivating, but You’re off. I am Hungarian but not TrNsylvanian. Although the castle Dracula is really in Budapest, that is where Vlad the Impaler was imprisoned, contrary to even Bran Stoner.
You’re opinion is captivating, but You’re off. I am Hungarian but not TrNsylvanian. Although the castle Dracula is really in Budapest, that is where Vlad the Impaler was imprisoned, contrary to even Bran Stoner.