But this is the issue... it is all so subjective. Some narratives require, by their nature and style, a longer ramp-up. I worry sometimes that we're bringing up new generations of very impatient readers. This is not to say you should be clawing your face having to read 50 pages about meadows in bloom before you get to the first character, but, you get the drift...
But this is the issue... it is all so subjective. Some narratives require, by their nature and style, a longer ramp-up. I worry sometimes that we're bringing up new generations of very impatient readers. This is not to say you should be clawing your face having to read 50 pages about meadows in bloom before you get to the first character, but, you get the drift...
Agree. Makes me think of David foster Wallace. He wanted you to work as a reader; think. No one wants to think anymore; they want their prose served on a platter of pleasure and ease.
And their bodies sculpted by pills instead of nutrition and exercise; their apples pre-sliced and individually wrapped; their essays and novels written for them; their very ideas spun up by captive spiders...
But this is the issue... it is all so subjective. Some narratives require, by their nature and style, a longer ramp-up. I worry sometimes that we're bringing up new generations of very impatient readers. This is not to say you should be clawing your face having to read 50 pages about meadows in bloom before you get to the first character, but, you get the drift...
Agree. Makes me think of David foster Wallace. He wanted you to work as a reader; think. No one wants to think anymore; they want their prose served on a platter of pleasure and ease.
And their bodies sculpted by pills instead of nutrition and exercise; their apples pre-sliced and individually wrapped; their essays and novels written for them; their very ideas spun up by captive spiders...