"I'm accepting of his melodramatics because I don't feel like he is getting off on them as a Lars von Trier."
I stopped at that sentence when I read a "You think that's bad" review in which Jacob Schraer gives us - and Jim Shepard - a reflective treat. (http://www.portlandmercury.com/portland/disaster-porn/Content?oid=3783411)
It always tilts when an author gets off on the story or on the characters or on an idea or whatever authors (and filmmakers) fall in love with and you drop even the most trustworthy on the floor. The good intentions sound almost as hollow as the calculating in literature when unbalanced. And even worse: the intoxicated author is as conscious as the psychotic certain that worms gonna kill the president if nothing is done.
Still, no interesting books would probably be written if the author wasn't passionated - and gave herself to that passion, wildly and uncontrolled. Just shouldn't last longer than an orgasm.
I'm looking forward to read Jim Shepard
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