Damn it, and damn it to hell.
Jul. 29th, 2005 10:03 amSo, onto a little exploration of the human psyche. Also known as Rambling.
Recently I've reached a stage with literature where I despise the Love Story. Specifically, I despise the fact that the protagonist seems to, almost without exception, find the love of his (sometimes her, but mostly his) life, have fantastic sex, and live happily ever after. While they're still shooting at him. Why do I bring this up? Because Charlie Stross of all people puts a love story in Singularity Sky. Granted having read his own views on his space opera series (he also claims it the result of a cynical rush of blood to the head) I'm inclined to forgive him. However. For the record... Happy love stories are mostly just ploys to keep the reader happy, both with sex and of course vicarious fulflilment. Also, eternal foreplay throughout the novel, with the characters suddenly becoming nervous, tingly or smiley but not doing anything about it is lame. I point you in the direction of Anne MaCaffrey. Damn romantics.
I think this is one of the reasons I loved The Big U so much. Despite the fact that the protagonist (Casimir Radon) is totally badass, smart, nice and as physics geeks go, incredibly cool, he doesn't get the girl. But they remain friends and continue to fight the evil that is university bureacracy together. Neal Stephenson rocks. Amen.
Recently I've reached a stage with literature where I despise the Love Story. Specifically, I despise the fact that the protagonist seems to, almost without exception, find the love of his (sometimes her, but mostly his) life, have fantastic sex, and live happily ever after. While they're still shooting at him. Why do I bring this up? Because Charlie Stross of all people puts a love story in Singularity Sky. Granted having read his own views on his space opera series (he also claims it the result of a cynical rush of blood to the head) I'm inclined to forgive him. However. For the record... Happy love stories are mostly just ploys to keep the reader happy, both with sex and of course vicarious fulflilment. Also, eternal foreplay throughout the novel, with the characters suddenly becoming nervous, tingly or smiley but not doing anything about it is lame. I point you in the direction of Anne MaCaffrey. Damn romantics.
I think this is one of the reasons I loved The Big U so much. Despite the fact that the protagonist (Casimir Radon) is totally badass, smart, nice and as physics geeks go, incredibly cool, he doesn't get the girl. But they remain friends and continue to fight the evil that is university bureacracy together. Neal Stephenson rocks. Amen.
