Saturday, January 9, 2016

Sushi's Thumping Heart

As a former penny ante reviewer, Steven Hall evinces my generational divide from Ali Spagnola or Ben Landis. I am not very far along in The Raw Shark Texts, and am more likely to conclude from Wiki's summary that since I now know the end I can slough it off in my archives, which I haven't, but I read it as a generic identity crisis which doesn't interest me, as all literature falls under the cult of allusion, and linear narrative doesn't lend itself in a particularly conducive fashion to easter eggs. A  British woman from the LNF whose user name I cannot remember, an indicator of serious trouble if my life depended on it, posted to me that she liked the book, but that was long long before I started it.

Hall knows how to build up tension which creates life threatening suspense, and yours truly is not necessarily asserting he's bad at what he's doing, but it seems more or less hyped up correspondences, whatever it challenges about individual identity. I'm only as far along as the busted television, and the heavy handed references to drowning, and haven't caught up any overt parallels to Benchley on my own, one successful author freely ventilated by academics, but the occult enthusiasm for this kind of thing just isn't up my alley. Hyperlink exuberance may give Ev Williams and his predecessors a hard on, but computer technology is just that, a technology. It made certain things possible, detracts from contemplation, and search has certainly amplified my inferiority complex.

Now this guy is another matter. Nakamura is a master story teller, and I yanked your chain however many decades of posts back by pretending I was going to offer up a critical analysis. Consider it a soft lede toward  that actuality against the twenty and change in my checking account. I am going to upload to KDP soon, as I have little choice but to utilize Amazon as vending vanity, and if I ask on social media about the timeliness of payments, my empty stomach is the primary impetus.

I was rather dramatically "banned for life" from Beasley's precious tutorial services, and just re-signed myself in, after four years or so. I've no idea why I've done this, as Beasley is from Michigan and posts like Donald Trump's bobble head. I've come to terms with an internalized hatred of public posting software, and suppose this falls under the rubric of because I can. I hate kids, college students fare little better. That's masochism for you.

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