The Old Pen Case
Steve McCann · 30 Jul 2008, 21:06
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From: steve2mccann at gmail.com (Steve McCann) Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2008 15:06:53 -0600 Subject: (urth) The Old Pen Case In-Reply-To: <4890532F.8050701 at gmail.com> References: <4890532F.8050701 at gmail.com> Message-ID: <26b0d2e40807301406s5ca42badmeb341f334d14523d at mail.gmail.com> Just on a personal note, speaking as a reader being acted upon by the text, the first time I read the short sun series I was completely floored by the scene mentioned below. In my experience Wolfe always reveals what's going on but you have to be open to seeing it. Even though I knew that Horn was dead, I did not want to believe it. I kept hoping for some kind of "deus ex neighbor," something to rescue the hero of this series. Reading Wolfe is a sort of game but, borrowing from Delillo, what's a game to make us feel like this? -s On Wed, Jul 30, 2008 at 5:40 AM, Dave Tallman <davetallman at msn.com> wrote: > But after talking to Remora and realizing that he was Silk and that Horn > was gone, he knew that he could summon Seawrack safely and get her away from > Blue. (He was not Nettle's husband at all now, so he could call Seawrack > even though Nettle was still alive.) > -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: <http://lists.urth.net/pipermail/urth-urth.net/attachments/20080730/865da387/attachment-0001.htm>
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