Villages in Faerie are rarely overrun with "revolutionaries" toting machine guns or skeletal toddlers with distended bellies. Death stands tall with his scythe and cowl instead of creeping behind health care bills and drug overdoses, and when he does come, death was either justified, or will be avenged. Weapons are easily recognizable, not hidden in letters or water bottles. Popular vote does not elect poor leaders in Faerie. You need a sharp wit to go with a good heart. Stick with unerringly polite manners, but never let down your guard. Help anyone in need, and graciously accept their payment. perhaps in such a world we must desperately escape into the unexplorable reaches of Faerie.
In slavery, in misery, in poverty, in isolation, a person can escape into the brighter day of dreams, or the unknown future, or the magic of Faerie.Īnd in a world where the demons in the closet are thrust into a florescent laboratory, where telescopes and cameras record the crags and terrain of places where once there were dragons, where we identify which crannies of the human mind are responsible for fear, or love, or sorrow, and even plot out their corresponding hormonal compositions for manipulation and control. When the surrounding world seems unbearable, the ever-growing fetus of imagination is hope.
Escapism, unreality, creativity, novelty, and all their side effects. No, Neil, you write with one very powerful tool -distilled imagination. Our masses do not value rhetorics, metre, or internal rhyme, or I'm sure you'd write with such tools. Shakespeare's work seems ridiculously complicated to us now, but he wrote for the masses, just like you. This reflects nothing upon you, of course -your authorship is the perfect marriage of your own writing talent and our modern culture. Your prose is simple, if you'll pardon my saying so, not elevated, with exotic adjectives, but simple and modern, easily accessible, solid, quality prose.
#STARDUST MOVIE MOVIE#
I would've, I swear!īut instead, I was born forty years too late, and your Faerie, Neil, -do you mind if I call you Neil? Your Faerie, like all of your creations, is a perfectly plausible reality, praised by literary critics, the literate's dollar, and even the behemoth Movie Adaptation. Had I been born before you I would most likely be the one writing clever novels about fallen stars and sly gods. It has nothing to do with your brilliance. You've written beautiful faerie stories in your plainspoken postmodern prose, and left my own projected frontiers woefully trodden. I would've, I swear! But instead, I was born forty years too late, and your Faerie, Neil, -do you mind if I call you Neil? Your Faerie, like all of your creatio Dear Mr.
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