Sorry for the radio silence. I have a good excuse, though: I am on a roll with my novel. The muse took off at a run a few days ago, and now I’m spending most of my extra time catching up with her.
And when I’m not writing or working, I’m reading Lonely Werewolf Girl.
Martin Millar, where have you been all my life?
How can a book be 560 pages and still be too short? 1 It was the same with The Good Fairies of New York, which is shorter but no less enchanting. I never want your books to end.
That’s good reading.
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- I felt the same way about Susanna Clarke’s Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, which is 1,024 pages, and I hope its sequel, if there is one, is even longer. [↩]
Yeowl, I just read the Publisher’s Weekly review of LWG, and it seems like one frell of a depressing read. Interesting, but DARK.
I’ll check it out anyway. I’ve been way too happy lately.
Dark, yes, but depressing? No. I think that is due to Millar’s writing style. No melodrama and a lot of tongue-in-cheek humor.
One of the reasons I don’t read more genre fiction is because so many writers rely on a florid style to express emotion. Sort of the literary equivalent of over-acting. This is particularly widespread in fantasy and romantic suspense,* which is too bad because the stories themselves are often great. Anyway, Millar’s style works much better for me.
* Not that so-called “literary” fiction is necessarily any better. Some day I will do a blog post called I Hate Pretentious Writing.
Excellent post.