BlackShanglan
Silver-Tongued Papist
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Present company excepted, of course. Or most of it, anyway. But I just read a wonderful story that really excited me. It was rich in poetic image and phrasing, spiked with humor throughout, and delightfully bawdy and earthy in a way fit for the Canterbury Tales. It had a warm, profane, barnyard feel that was really quite delightful and a strange, deeply amusing and somehow utterly believable sex scene that to me encapsulated the violent transition from adolescent to adult in a nutshell. (Or, as it happens, in the kitchen of a farmhouse.)
Then I turned to the PC's. Half of them, granted, were sensible admiration of a fine work. But the rest were whining complaints for more sex and demands that the author remove all beauty and allusion and simplify the narrative thread to a "See Spot run" level. It was most depressing.
Mind you, it offers some consolation: when one's ratings plunge, one might look to this as an example that, as Corporal Snark rightly points out, people are Philistines. On the other hand, it rather deflates my pleasure in such "H's" as I have managed to garner - is this where they came from?
Oh, just read this and grasp its beauty: Hunting Dawn.
Shanglan
Then I turned to the PC's. Half of them, granted, were sensible admiration of a fine work. But the rest were whining complaints for more sex and demands that the author remove all beauty and allusion and simplify the narrative thread to a "See Spot run" level. It was most depressing.
Mind you, it offers some consolation: when one's ratings plunge, one might look to this as an example that, as Corporal Snark rightly points out, people are Philistines. On the other hand, it rather deflates my pleasure in such "H's" as I have managed to garner - is this where they came from?
Oh, just read this and grasp its beauty: Hunting Dawn.
Shanglan