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March 2017



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Storytellers. Unplugged.

My monthly column is up over there. It's about consolatory literature.

Also, Concert Trip V. 2.0 was a success.

Ms. Patti Smith is still in possession of a wicked, wicked grin.



can you fix typos over there?
Probably. Not in comments.
Looked like 'rather that' should be 'rather than'. Wasn't sure if you'd want to have it pointed out. :)
Hee. My typing is famed throughou the land, as are my homophone typos...
um, right, no problem. :)


I know what it's like. . . G still chuckles over some of the typos I used to make, such as furnitrue and womething.

horses, horses, horses...

coming in in all directions, white shining silver studs, with their noses in flames... (or something like that!)

Wow, I bet it was worth all the effort. :)

Re: horses, horses, horses...

Yeah. It was.

I mean, missing tuesday was a Drag (Ms. Smith's word. *g*) but yanno, getting there Thursday was pretty awesome. And we had a nice afternoon hanging out in a restaurant back garden in Brooklyn....

Re: horses, horses, horses...

I wanna hang out in a restaurant back garden in Brooklyn... *sigh* One day... I'm so glad you had a wonderful time!
V. cool column. Although I think I must be your most contrary reader, because I love "consolatory literature" (I like the HEA, damnit!) and yet I buy/read/enjoy your books like hotcakes. :-) Perhaps it is because you are honest, and don't give me angst for the sake of angst.

I will share what my triggering point for becoming an overwhelmingly HEA kind of reader -- I got this SF book out of the library when I was nine or ten, which featured a hero in dire straits -- he was a young kid, whose parents/family/community had been slaughtered, and he was taken captive by the bad space pirates... The Tale went on to describe his coming of age and eventual revenge upon those who'd slaughtered his world, which was rather brutal and bloody as I recall. In the end, he had become a family man, with wife and kids and dog, when ... on the last page, he comes home and finds his family slaughtered. Thus coming full circle from the first page and finding his family slaughtered to the last page. All of that for what? I felt totally crushed and miserable. So I now read the ends of books before I buy.
*g* HEA make me feel like a failure, honestly. And like a bad person.

Because deserving people get happy endings, and I know perfectly well that I never will get one (happy endings are dependent on where you stop writing, you see) and therefor, if I don't get a happy ending, I must not be deserving.

And therefor I am a Bad Person.

Also, I hate being told everything will be okay when it won't. :-P

But you know, those unrelievedly awful books are also dishonest, and I should have mentioned that. Because life ain't like that neither.
Patti Smith's onstage humour is fantastic, definitely laced with something...
Seen her twice (and met her) this year. Oh and Lenny Kaye still rocks.
Yes he does. *g*

Man, if you could bottle that charisma and bathe it it--
Hey, you went to see Patti!

I'm sure it she was worth all the palaver. She even spits gracefully.

Just read your column as well. Sometimes, as a reader, you want brain candy. Beginning, middle, happy end. But those books are never that interesting, or satisfying and you don't remember them later. They are for when you want to move your eyes over words and find comfort in cliches.

Other stories and endings are far more interesting. They make you think, they allow you to wonder "what if", they let you engage with the story and the characters much more than if you are a passive absorber of a story that you already know the end of. But I think there are a lot of readers out there who like those kinds of stories.
She does. And she was awesome!

I want to be that hot when I am sixty. Just saying.

And yeah, I like open stories. ;-)
I like CF, especially when I'm in the mood for something light, but it has to be done well or I get bored after a while. When the hero is good and handsome and smart, and the heroine is good and beautiful and not quite as smart but still smart, and the bad guy is evil and ugly and smart in an evil ugly way -- give me a break! I prefer a little growth along the way. On the other hand, I could never read any of the Oprah's bookclub-type books, because they all sounded like they were filled with unrelenting misery. I like failure when it prompts striving and triumph when it's deserved, but I don't necessarily need an ending of any kind. Sometimes I like it when the book ends with the protagonist's fate not set in stone. Sometimes it's best not to know.

By the way, "i before e except after c" *g*
Thanks! That gave me my morning LOL. :D
A few months ago, I decided my operating definition for the genre of literary fiction was "stories about miserable people." I stand by it.
Overwhelming, unrelenting misery of the sort that seems to be so popular in literary fiction is just so not my thing. I like my misery to be productive and redemptive in some way or another, thank you very much. Even if it means nasty stuff happens in the long run.
Completely off-topic, but I saw this and thought of you:

thank you!