It’s wonderful to be back on fast Internet. Much as I love visiting the parents, their dial-up Internet drives me to distraction. I have an whole Internet to catch up on. I’ll never do it. (Oh, did I mention I’ve actually been back for 10 days now? Yes, I meant to post this a week ago. Oops.)
Now, one thing I’ve never understood is the attraction to Harry Potter. Moreover, I’ve never understood the point of queuing up for hours outside shops awaiting new releases. Am I wrong in thinking that there will be plenty of Splotters (book #683) in the shops the day after the release, and the day after that, and that anyone could pick them up in their lunch hours like normal people? Dear God, there must be!
Bookshops were braced for the now traditional witching hour scrum and at least one said it planned to set up a helpline for fans after Rowling warned that two characters die in the final instalment – and hinted that they are central figures.
I’m sure what irritates me more, however, is Opportunistic Publishing, which is a practice JK Rowling has perfected it seems. Seldom have I seen a ‘concept’ exploited as much as Splotter – if he was real, I’d have called social services long ago – and even a lesser cynic than me wouldn’t believe that she still does it for the Sake of Art.
So, yes, make that ‘every single character dies in the final instalment…’ Rowling and I’ll buy your damned book! Final installment my arse! I bet you ten pence! I just do not get it!
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This ‘novel’ idea (see what I did there!) does interest me, however.
Based on the principles of Wikipedia, the free online encyclopedia, the novel, called A Million Penguins, is open to anyone to join in, write and edit. None of the words, characters or plot twists will be attributed to any individual and – and this is the element of the project most likely to bruise delicate egos – participants are free to edit, chop and change other writers’ work.
It’s like communist nanonwriting!!111! Fantastic! All hell’s bound to break loose, of course, as always happens in these things, but I can think of no better way to get people thinking creatively and participating in something they can really feel a part of. Here’s the home page if it sounds like your thing.
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Here was a book that had little in the way of tension, little in the way of character development and everything in the way of a rush job to squeeze the last penny out of a dying brand; that’s assuming, of course, that Harris doesn’t have a prequel to the prequel lined up in which the foetus Hannibal eats his way out of his mother’s womb.
A serial killer in the womb! Hilarious!! I bet you Harris has considered it too (did someone mention Opportunistic Publishing?)!
In fact, I’ll bet you another ten pence on that one!