An Interesting Perspective
Pip pip and how do ye do, chaps!
I've recently been reading a book called "The Dress Lodger" by Sheri Holman. To be honest I can't really get into the story, because the perspective is odd... but it's amazingly interesting to read. I'll quote a few paragraphs here:
(the writer refers to the readers/perspective as "matchstick painter.")
"Before you duck inside, dear matchstick painter, and disappear from view... we beg leave to as what might seem a frivolous question, but which will eventually make sense: if you were to compose your own story... would you choose this Saturday night, outside of this cheap theatre, through this veil of frogs in which to introduce your heroine? If you might have at your command the entire globe, any moment of historic confluence, if you might in the writing of a humble book bring back to life the Queen of Sheba... would you strew her path with frogs here in dirty Sunderland when you might pluck from your imagination green emeralds to scatter before her in Zanzibar?
No, we thought not... you are a person of refined taste. If the story were in your hands, we might expect no unpleasantness, no murder or blackest betrayal, for you are not of a punishing nature. And yet, dear matchstick painter, your growing suspicions are correct- this is not your story. This is ours, and you have been summoned.... solely for that purpose: to provide us with an introduction to our heroine.
Don't be upset, dear friend: we can't all be heroes. Though we met you first, we shouldn't feel compelled to follow your tiresome life..."
And so on. I imagine it might get annoying after a while, but it's pretty cool! :D
I've recently been reading a book called "The Dress Lodger" by Sheri Holman. To be honest I can't really get into the story, because the perspective is odd... but it's amazingly interesting to read. I'll quote a few paragraphs here:
(the writer refers to the readers/perspective as "matchstick painter.")
"Before you duck inside, dear matchstick painter, and disappear from view... we beg leave to as what might seem a frivolous question, but which will eventually make sense: if you were to compose your own story... would you choose this Saturday night, outside of this cheap theatre, through this veil of frogs in which to introduce your heroine? If you might have at your command the entire globe, any moment of historic confluence, if you might in the writing of a humble book bring back to life the Queen of Sheba... would you strew her path with frogs here in dirty Sunderland when you might pluck from your imagination green emeralds to scatter before her in Zanzibar?
No, we thought not... you are a person of refined taste. If the story were in your hands, we might expect no unpleasantness, no murder or blackest betrayal, for you are not of a punishing nature. And yet, dear matchstick painter, your growing suspicions are correct- this is not your story. This is ours, and you have been summoned.... solely for that purpose: to provide us with an introduction to our heroine.
Don't be upset, dear friend: we can't all be heroes. Though we met you first, we shouldn't feel compelled to follow your tiresome life..."
And so on. I imagine it might get annoying after a while, but it's pretty cool! :D