There are doors
Doug Eigsti · 14 Mar 1997, 15:09
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From: douge at nti.com (Doug Eigsti) Subject: Re: (whorl) Re: There are doors Date: Fri, 14 Mar 1997 15:09:29 Message-ID: <whorl-v0004-0233 at digest.urth.net> X-Urthmirror-Source: http://www.urth.net/whorl/archives/v0004/0233.shtml MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf-8" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable [Posted from Whorl, the mailing list for Gene Wolfe's Book of the Long Sun] Patrick O'Leary, (and all 'befuddled' by THERE ARE DOORS); When I read the description below I find that it approximates my=20 own feelings, except that, somehow, I liked the experience. I repeat the=20 comment for clarity: >=20 > (Quoting myself) Patrick O'Leary wrote: >=20 > I must say it was one of the most unique reading experiences I've had. I > found it strangely unsettling and riveting, yet not at all enjoyable. I > couldn't fault the writing--it was fine. But it satisfied none of the > appetites I bring to fiction--even the desire to be surprised--it was all > drudgingly surprising or not in a rather ephemeral way. Then I realized h= ow > much the book had fumagated my consciousness (believe me, I tried to find= a > better verb). I lived for days in a daze--cloudy, befuddled--my thoughts = full > of ellipsises. Then, I understood that he had not simply written the port= rait > of a man lost between two realities...Wolfe had actually, accurately > recreated the moorless consciousness of dreams (our closest proximity to > reality hopping). He got it all--the tantalizing innuendoes of desire that > are never quite consummated, the dead ends, and frustrating returns, the > incomplete sentences, the physical detail trembling with meaning yet > maddeningly obscure, the sudden friendships and allegiances that require = no > foreplay or proof. I could go on--dreams are one of my favorite obsession= s.=20 >=20 > BUT--and this is crucial--I DID NOT ENJOY IT. Now, how does one accomplish > that? So while I'm saluting his amazing creative powers, a truly rare abi= lity > to create an altered consciousness--not simply sub-create an alternate > reality--I'm thinking, what good is all of it if doesn't move me? What do= es > it say for a novel who's only living character is a doll? Wolfe goes way > beyond the postmodern hi-jinks of defeating expectations (which is really > just returning the reader to self- or reader-consciousness) he actually > recreates the hero's continual resuspension of belief. It occurs to me how > odd all this must sound if you've never read the book!! My bottom line is= I > think Wolfe has really accomplished something--a Tour de force, in fact--= but > I doubt it's something I have any use for! I wonder if I'm alone in this > feeling." This seems, to me, to be a review by a reader deeply effected by the book. I think the feelings THERE ARE DOORS evoked were, perhaps, just those Wolfe had intended. Such strong emotions are not easily provoked from a work of fiction and would be a challenge for any writer. Wolfe has struck a chord with this work. I feel the same way about Speilberg's SHINDLER'S LIST. Watching it is agonizing, but the emotions are true. Constant contentment is unsettling.=20 I think Master Ultan said it best: I began, as most young people do, by reading the books I enjoyed,=20 but I found that narrowed my pleasure... (THE SHADOW OF THE TORTURER, p. 44.5 paperback) =3DTalon=3D Questions or problems to whorl-owner at lists.best.com
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