Tom Mchenry posted about mesmerism just now and he included a fantastic quote from Murakami which I think was in his latest book which was in New Yorker which is where I read it and the book is about running and writing I guess or else it’s a book of essays I can’t remember, it’s all nonfiction, and the quote is about Mesmerising yourself through fiction writing or just writing in general and doing enough of it that you come to a special location and the special location is holy and when you open your mouth while you are there fantastic thoughts come out and they organise themselves very well and life is beautiful while you are in that place and you make a world seem real
Later people want to be you and people talk about you as if you are “currency” and they are making evaluative statements immediately and boiling down your entire canon into numbers even if they make some statements about what they liked, that’s all it is a numbers game, and you’re a horse boiled down for glue
LUCKILY THAT IS NOT THE EXTENT OF CRITICISM AND EVEN IDLE THOUGHTS BY AN INVESTED READER HOLD MORE WEIGHT and I don’t understand how the people of HTML GIANT can read so many blogs and small press books and EZINE LITERARY MAGAZINES it just doesn’t make any sense to me, I mean I don’t demand dedication and I wouldn’t want YOU to be dedicated in the way they suggest they are (THEY HAVE READ EVERYTHING, THEY DEVOUR EVERYTHING, WHEN AN EZINE HITS AND IT HAS A NEW AUTHOR IN IT THEY ARE EATING THEM UP AS IF THEY WERE COYOTES AND THE NEW FLAVOURS/STYLES/VOICES WERE DELICIOUS RABBITS, AND I SUPPOSE WHAT THEY ARE DOING IS FINE IF ONE DAY THEY WISH TO COMPETE WITH ECHELON FOR THE MOST KNOWLEDGE, OF COURSE THAT IS A FOOLISH THING TO DO BUT AT LEAST THEY ARE TRYING!!) !!!!!
*ECHELON is supposed to be an internet robot that belongs to the military and it is indexing EVERYTHING and a lot of people believe that it will be the first artificial intelligence to achieve sentience and I’ve got to admit, they might be on to something, that could be part of the experiment! I wrote about it once, a character of mine had a vague fear of it, but that whole book was vague, like a whisp of smoke, except it stuck to your clothing and made you feel sad/mad/annoyed.