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Being offline has been wonderful in many respects; my blood pressure is nice and healthy now that I'm absent from the standard hysteria, my wordcount output is *waaaay* up, and I've been reading nearly as much as I should be. I've been dipping in and out of Warner's Trouble With Normal and Robb's Strangers, and gazingly longingly at Jameson's
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Oh, my, yes. I wanted to absorb it, but I also wanted more and more, and I got torn between the two impulses -- and then the ending just snuck up on me. It's not abrupt or anything, but it's also not like many novels, however good they are otherwise, where the ending speeds up to you. This just...closed, and I turned the page and blinked and felt bereft. *g*
ne of the first things I thought as I read it was "God, there will be like three people on my flist/that I EVEN KNOW who will be about this book because it lacks Tragic Gay Man Love Story and is so easily Jewish without Tragic Jew Story of Jewyness"
AHAHAHAHA! Even the New York Review of Books reviewer was taken aback by - and this really irked me - "how Jewish it was". Um. It's *Chabon*, you know?
Part of me (the small, mean, vicious part, that is) is glad there's little-to-no Tragic Gay Male angle to it, because while I'd love to read yuletide fics set in Sitka, I kind of don't want fandom's grubby paws all over this.
Countdown...it feels like insertion authorial backtracking where they get to go, "I know they did this but we don't like it so we're going to say it was *WRONG*
OH GOD YES. I *like* multiple possibilities and iterations, and Winick's Dick in "Under the Hood" while Winick's other Dick is doing something else in Outsiders while Devin's Dick was undercover in the mob. That's one of the things I LOVE about comics. Countdown feels like a Word From On High pronouncement/vendetta against past editorial decisions, and I hate that so much.
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