Okay, galley is done. Dead trees? In the mail.
On final analysis ... on reading the thing as if it was a book I'd purchased ...
... It sucks. The language has a pleasant rhythm that drags the eye along, and the world-building has an inner consistency that mostly works, but it is not
about
anything new.
Nothing new under the sun, Gus.
Bit by bit
Putting it together
Piece by piece
Only way to make a work of art
Every moment makes a contribution
Every little detail plays a part
Having just the vision's no solution
Everything depends on execution
Putting it together - that's what counts"
Yeah, a Sondheim quote, not his best but I think the point is a good one.
So if "The language has a pleasant rhythm that drags the eye along, and the world-building has an inner consistency that mostly works, but it is not about anything new". Hey as long as the first two are true, and it is in fact about something then the fact that this something is not new is irrelevent and probably unavoidable.
Thanks for the encourage-boo, Typo.
It is about this boy who meets this girl. The girl decides to back his play, mostly because he looks good in pants.
mostly because he looks good in pants.
That wouldn't be
my
logic, but, hey, to each her own.
That wouldn't be my logic, but, hey, to each her own.
See? I know nothing about why women do anything about anything.
Well, I guess you need to talk to more of us...and I think I don't mean porn.
Title, please, Gus? Need to know how to look it up in the bookstore.
Yep - what Bev asked, Gus. And what's the release date?
What everyone else said, Gus.
asked me to check my sources, as one cannot get blue dye from wood.
Hmm. Want I should beat him around the head with a piece of Brazilian logwood? (it's a very purplish blue, but still...)
Heh. No, I just want the "FOAD" stamp. Good for what ails me.
Oh, and nearly forgot:
mostly because he looks good in pants.
That wouldn't be my logic, but, hey, to each her own.
I'd have thought most women would fork the cash to back his play because he looked good out of his pants....