Apr-08-2011, 06:39 AM (UTC)
FOOLISH GIRL WROTE
"Hi danieladamsmith! Welcome!
I fully agree about Rothfuss. I devoured book Two in a couple of days and I knew I should have stretched it out just a bit longer. The wait will be interminable. Guess I can go back and re-read One and Two..."
Hey thanks Foolish Girl...right back at you....
Yeah I used to complain while I waiting for The Wise Man's Fear and the adjusted release dates but I enjoyed it sooo much. Let a writer take every second they need to realize their vision. There are other writers out there I figure I'll just discover new stuff, re-read old stuff and get ready for the final book. The genre is so rich right now and there are so many new exciting writers and it's really heading somewhere special and new. As much as I love the classic stuff like Tolkein and Michael Moorcock...I am really happy that Fantasy or Speculative Fiction as it seems to be called now has rid itself of the old trappings and gone somewhere different.
"Hi danieladamsmith! Welcome!
I fully agree about Rothfuss. I devoured book Two in a couple of days and I knew I should have stretched it out just a bit longer. The wait will be interminable. Guess I can go back and re-read One and Two..."
Hey thanks Foolish Girl...right back at you....
Yeah I used to complain while I waiting for The Wise Man's Fear and the adjusted release dates but I enjoyed it sooo much. Let a writer take every second they need to realize their vision. There are other writers out there I figure I'll just discover new stuff, re-read old stuff and get ready for the final book. The genre is so rich right now and there are so many new exciting writers and it's really heading somewhere special and new. As much as I love the classic stuff like Tolkein and Michael Moorcock...I am really happy that Fantasy or Speculative Fiction as it seems to be called now has rid itself of the old trappings and gone somewhere different.
A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.
Albert Camus
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