Waking the Moon
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flexagonI just finished reading Waking the Moon by Elizabeth Hand (not to be confused with Elizabeth Moon, who by the way did not write a book called Waking the Hand). I read that this was a postfeminist work, so apparently postfeminist means that it's okay for women's magic to be evil juju again. And it's distinguished from prefeminist works by the large numbers of female and/or gay protagonists. Heh. :) I didn't like it as much as some of the reviewers did, but I'll give it a 7 out of 10.
A lot of stories have a point where suddenly a lot of time passes. The first one I ever read was "A year went by" in Flowers From the Attic, and I still remember how badly it freaked me out. Wtf? A year? Surely things happened that were worth mentioning, oh, please say it's so. The Red Tent has a point where eight years pass in a sentence, which still frightens me because it happens just after (and because) the main character has a child. But for the most part I know now that those sentences are true, especially when just one part of a life is being told. I'm only in my 20s and I can name you a few times when I was essentially asleep in one way or another for at least a couple of years... there's no other way to explain my relationship with editor bear. And I have stories like my egg donation where nothing happened for a lot longer than that. But I think that's how it goes... you can't have all aspects of yourself awake at the same time, and stories fall asleep too. It's scary sometimes though, wondering if I'm asleep in some important way, and how I'd tell if I was. Or wondering if there are people/situations from my past who could suddenly turn back up and seem like the only real thing again (as in IT or any of those other books where old groups, or families, come back together and solve an old problem).
Anyway, Waking the Moon has a point where the character ages from 22 to 37, and I really like the quote. It has an edge to it. I didn't really change all that much. I didn't turn grey. I didn't get fat, I didn't get married, I didn't have children, I didn't die. Kind of half scary and half encouraging, that one.
I'm thinking about a lot of things that I can't properly put into words right now, and so I talk about books while pieces of self shift and settle inside me. My poor readers. You'll just have to put up with it.
A lot of stories have a point where suddenly a lot of time passes. The first one I ever read was "A year went by" in Flowers From the Attic, and I still remember how badly it freaked me out. Wtf? A year? Surely things happened that were worth mentioning, oh, please say it's so. The Red Tent has a point where eight years pass in a sentence, which still frightens me because it happens just after (and because) the main character has a child. But for the most part I know now that those sentences are true, especially when just one part of a life is being told. I'm only in my 20s and I can name you a few times when I was essentially asleep in one way or another for at least a couple of years... there's no other way to explain my relationship with editor bear. And I have stories like my egg donation where nothing happened for a lot longer than that. But I think that's how it goes... you can't have all aspects of yourself awake at the same time, and stories fall asleep too. It's scary sometimes though, wondering if I'm asleep in some important way, and how I'd tell if I was. Or wondering if there are people/situations from my past who could suddenly turn back up and seem like the only real thing again (as in IT or any of those other books where old groups, or families, come back together and solve an old problem).
Anyway, Waking the Moon has a point where the character ages from 22 to 37, and I really like the quote. It has an edge to it. I didn't really change all that much. I didn't turn grey. I didn't get fat, I didn't get married, I didn't have children, I didn't die. Kind of half scary and half encouraging, that one.
I'm thinking about a lot of things that I can't properly put into words right now, and so I talk about books while pieces of self shift and settle inside me. My poor readers. You'll just have to put up with it.
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Date: 2005-02-18 06:52 am (UTC)I'm having the same problem, and I was going to post about my books too. Great minds. :)