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it's a great life, if you don't weaken
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I'm reading Tamsin, finally, and it's official.

I still want to be Peter Beagle when I grow up.

I'm on page fifty, for crying out loud, and I keep having to put the book down to blow my nose. And then I'll be laughing out loud halfway down the same page.

The man's ability to capture a voice, and an image, and a character astound me. The book's in first-person POV, a 19-year-old girl talking about being 13, and it's just achingly perfect. The voice, the tone, the mixture of very simple language and stunningly fresh images. Le Sigh.

I don't care if he writes one book every five years. I don't care if he tends toward the odd pacing and narrative stumble in the last third or so. He's just

--so--

--goddamned--

--good.

He makes my teeth hurt.

Actually, my friend Hannah Bowen (check out her stories "Among the Cedars" at http://www.ideomancer.com and "Tin Cup Heart" at http://www.chizine.com) at her best sometimes reminds me of Beagle. Including that part about starting off young with raw talent and a clear-eyed and tolerant appraisal of the world--that doesn't stint on the good parts, and doesn't flinch from the rest.

I am so lucky to have two people who write like that to read.

It makes me giggle. Halfway down the page from where I was crying so hard I had to put down the book. God bless writers who can render complexity of emotion so clearly: I'd say we needed more of them, but they wouldn't be as special then, would they?
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