This such new terrain for me. I had incredibly high expectations. I imagined a work of persistent novelty. A barrage of newness. It ended up being more simple. Plain. But it still was a look at something real. Like what is going on with Thelme. What is this person.
It took me a bit to work through (it's 40 pages). But it gave me a sense of what I want here. I just want the world-building I think. Like when Tyrion, Maester Pycelle, Cersei, and Varys discuss what's been going on. Skeletons increasing glow in the darkness for a moment or two; then receding. The story did do this for a few brief gasps, but too much was just ordinary bare plot-hole-patching conversation.
I think I'm done with Silverberg for a while. But I see why he's got a reputation. Seems deserved.
A Sense of Shelter John Updike
Ah remarkable. I don't know what I've been doing with my life. I've been reading books with empty characters in them. These are what I want. This is my interest. Rabbit Run doesn't seem as good as the short stories I've read, but what if it is...
I'm not sure what's next. Surely another Updike is coming. But my new London and De Maupassant books arrived today, so I could dip into those.
To Build a Fire has been on my mind lately. I liked it as a child. Call of the Wild was big for me as well. I loved an abridged/illustrated version of White Fang too. Maybe reading the real thing will be just as good.
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