Dixon Carter Lee
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For some reason this book popped into my head yesterday. I read it at about the age everyone else did, around 13 or 14, and I loved it. It was a beautiful, etheral book, with its very short passages and generous black and white pictures of seagulls, and its dewey consciousness-raising themes of individuality and perfection.
But, like most other "literature" beloved in the pre-teen years, through an adult's eyes it's the most cloying, new-agey drivel you'd ever care to read. Here's a passage:
Most of us came along ever so slowly. We went from one world into another that was almost exactly lie it, forgetting right away where we had come from, not caring where we were headed, living for the moment. Do you have any idea how many lives we must have gone though before we even got the first idea that there is more to life than eating, or fighting, or power in the Flock? A thousand lives, Jon, ten thousand! And then another hundred lives until we began to learn that there is such a thing as perfection, and another hundred again to get the idea that our purpose is to find that perfection and show it forth. The same rule holds for us now, of course: we choose our next world through what we learn in this one. Learn nothing, and the next world is the same as this one, all the same limitations and lead weights to overcome."
How DEEP this used to sound!
As bad it is, it's nothing compared to Bach's stunningly awful novel "The Bridge Across Forever". Here's a passage:
“From time to time it's fun to close our eyes, and in that dark say to ourselves, 'I am the sorcerer, and when I open my eyes I shall see a world that I have created, and for which I and only I am completely responsible.' Slowly then, eyelids open like curtains lifting stage-center. And sure enough, there's our world, just the way we've built it."
My vote for Worst Novel Ever Written That Thought it was Good.
But, like most other "literature" beloved in the pre-teen years, through an adult's eyes it's the most cloying, new-agey drivel you'd ever care to read. Here's a passage:
Most of us came along ever so slowly. We went from one world into another that was almost exactly lie it, forgetting right away where we had come from, not caring where we were headed, living for the moment. Do you have any idea how many lives we must have gone though before we even got the first idea that there is more to life than eating, or fighting, or power in the Flock? A thousand lives, Jon, ten thousand! And then another hundred lives until we began to learn that there is such a thing as perfection, and another hundred again to get the idea that our purpose is to find that perfection and show it forth. The same rule holds for us now, of course: we choose our next world through what we learn in this one. Learn nothing, and the next world is the same as this one, all the same limitations and lead weights to overcome."
How DEEP this used to sound!
As bad it is, it's nothing compared to Bach's stunningly awful novel "The Bridge Across Forever". Here's a passage:
“From time to time it's fun to close our eyes, and in that dark say to ourselves, 'I am the sorcerer, and when I open my eyes I shall see a world that I have created, and for which I and only I am completely responsible.' Slowly then, eyelids open like curtains lifting stage-center. And sure enough, there's our world, just the way we've built it."
My vote for Worst Novel Ever Written That Thought it was Good.