Lady Smile
03-23-2011, 07:11 AM
Hi, everyone!
I am new here, it's my first post. I am glad I found that forum and I can share thoughts and opinions. I am 34 old woman and love the writing. Now I want to introduce a part of the preface of my book. I hope you read it and post what do you think. It's very important for me. Thanks!
This book is about human extremes in demanding, loving, suffering, and loneliness. It tells about the separation of a man and a woman, gradually going back in time and exploring the history of their love relationship and what happens with any of them when they start living separately. He is searching for himself, and she thinks she has found his true self. It turns out the opposite. Maybe, my main idea is contained within a message which one of them sends to the other: ‘Every day is a bridge or a precipice.’ The seeming intimacy in their life together is, in fact, a devastating flight from alienation as the only reality they have known. The rest, the minor characters are also represented by me with a focus on quest. Even when they have given up on quest themselves. I don’t think the theme is trivial. On the contrary. Aren’t all trivial questions unsolvable? Isn’t triviality about the constant repetition and acquired distaste of the impossibility to answer some questions?
She is Lady Stone, and he doesn’t have a name. Naming is always an act of defining and maybe, it is misleading. The name distracts attention and puts limitations. I chose the name Lady Stone because I wanted to emphasize on the human coldness, on the hard-heartedness, which, I dare claim, is the main problem of humanity. If people awaken to it, and thus overcome it by awakening, lots of pain will be saved. I don’t claim I will save anyone; I only challenge the person reading the book to think of the motives of his or her actions. Apart from that, the nameless character is the one who suffers in a constructive manner, and the reader would associate with him before realizing it. The suffering of Lady Stone is negative; her disappointments are destructive for herself and those who happen to be in her world. It is important to note that the division by sex is relative in my work because I would like to focus on the male and female qualities and negatives as existing per se, and not necessarily bounded to the physical body associated with a particular sex. The other characters involved – one female friend, the mother of Lady, the new boyfriend of Lady, and a beggar – I also present with an emphasis on overcoming oneself. Together with these, there are a couple of chapters related to the cats’ world. I make an association between the animals and humans. ‘My’ cats talk, demand, and think like people. It is not that difficult to imagine it.
I wouldn’t want my book to give clear-cut answer. It contains versions – of people, solutions, returns, and endings. Each of us can be in the shoes of the other. To be some place else, which to make him step outside his thought models, the reason for most of our misfortunes and sufferings. It is a fact that we become more and more discontent, despite that we satisfy a huge portion of the limitless flow of desires. No, I am not giving the password to enter into the land of happiness. I wrote about the state that gives us an opportunity to find keys for its door. I wrote about things as I saw them. The writer is that doomed person who notices various things where others think nothing is to be found. And he wants to write about them so that others know them too. Is it from altruism? I wouldn’t say so. The writer is doomed to feel the need of sharing. Whatever price he pays for that.
I hope that readers laugh, cry, and see themselves somewhere in my book when they go through its pages. I wish they don’t remain indifferent. And I know there is no chance it can happen to them. I included much poetry because the beautiful combination of words relaxes the human soul, making it receptive for the infinite capacities of the creative. In fact, I write in this way – I let words love one another.
My book is not fragmented. Time does not always flow from past through present to the future. It flows in this ways when we hurry up to get to work in the morning, wait in front of the door of the operating room, or recall a deceased close relative. Otherwise, in our conscience, we see fragments of memories, facts, and reveries which form different figures in the same way as we peek into a kaleidoscope. There is no linearity. That doesn’t mean the reader would get lost in the events I depict. Nor does it mean that cats, involved as a part of the inner plot design, are there to make it more interesting. I never liked those stories in which to the very end, it doesn’t become clear why someone’s there. Even if that’s rude to say, in our essence, we are animals before anything else. Even gooses have their love courtship dances. I didn’t say that was an overpowering law. Just the opposite. I think that the animal is only a stage of our development as beings. For this reason, my cats have human emotions. Or we have animal ones? They look upward, beneath the blocks of flats, not only to have food given by compassionate people, but because they consider that the needed just comes from the above.
I can’t say that love is a main theme because dependency, loneliness, salvation, and responsibility go together with it. Or may be love comes with its other faces there – hysterical want, desperate want, loving yourself first and then loving the others. Different words for that state which excludes any kind of stagnation: ‘life wants to move.’ Is moving life love – the all taking and all forgiving? I wrote it. The book’s essence is in my attempt to explore the depth – of the human conscience as a creator. The depth of suffering and sinking into it. The depth of the precipice that is special for the different people. And yet, there is something universal in it. It hurts. I wish that after the last page is turned, there are more people enthusiastic enough to climb up and think of their precipice as a necessary but temporary sinking. Happiness and unhappiness are proportionate to their power.
I am not inviting you for tea, nor will I serve you a glass of whiskey, and I don’t dish out biscuits. The half-empty glass I bring to you is a possibility for re-fill. It depends on what you expect faith to offer you. Yes, there is faith, but it is accommodating and inclined to negotiations, when you’ve found out how to get out from precipices and know how not to go down again. If you break the glass, it will remain in pieces. I guess some will want to glue it back together. Is it possible to fix the broken with no traces left?
I am new here, it's my first post. I am glad I found that forum and I can share thoughts and opinions. I am 34 old woman and love the writing. Now I want to introduce a part of the preface of my book. I hope you read it and post what do you think. It's very important for me. Thanks!
This book is about human extremes in demanding, loving, suffering, and loneliness. It tells about the separation of a man and a woman, gradually going back in time and exploring the history of their love relationship and what happens with any of them when they start living separately. He is searching for himself, and she thinks she has found his true self. It turns out the opposite. Maybe, my main idea is contained within a message which one of them sends to the other: ‘Every day is a bridge or a precipice.’ The seeming intimacy in their life together is, in fact, a devastating flight from alienation as the only reality they have known. The rest, the minor characters are also represented by me with a focus on quest. Even when they have given up on quest themselves. I don’t think the theme is trivial. On the contrary. Aren’t all trivial questions unsolvable? Isn’t triviality about the constant repetition and acquired distaste of the impossibility to answer some questions?
She is Lady Stone, and he doesn’t have a name. Naming is always an act of defining and maybe, it is misleading. The name distracts attention and puts limitations. I chose the name Lady Stone because I wanted to emphasize on the human coldness, on the hard-heartedness, which, I dare claim, is the main problem of humanity. If people awaken to it, and thus overcome it by awakening, lots of pain will be saved. I don’t claim I will save anyone; I only challenge the person reading the book to think of the motives of his or her actions. Apart from that, the nameless character is the one who suffers in a constructive manner, and the reader would associate with him before realizing it. The suffering of Lady Stone is negative; her disappointments are destructive for herself and those who happen to be in her world. It is important to note that the division by sex is relative in my work because I would like to focus on the male and female qualities and negatives as existing per se, and not necessarily bounded to the physical body associated with a particular sex. The other characters involved – one female friend, the mother of Lady, the new boyfriend of Lady, and a beggar – I also present with an emphasis on overcoming oneself. Together with these, there are a couple of chapters related to the cats’ world. I make an association between the animals and humans. ‘My’ cats talk, demand, and think like people. It is not that difficult to imagine it.
I wouldn’t want my book to give clear-cut answer. It contains versions – of people, solutions, returns, and endings. Each of us can be in the shoes of the other. To be some place else, which to make him step outside his thought models, the reason for most of our misfortunes and sufferings. It is a fact that we become more and more discontent, despite that we satisfy a huge portion of the limitless flow of desires. No, I am not giving the password to enter into the land of happiness. I wrote about the state that gives us an opportunity to find keys for its door. I wrote about things as I saw them. The writer is that doomed person who notices various things where others think nothing is to be found. And he wants to write about them so that others know them too. Is it from altruism? I wouldn’t say so. The writer is doomed to feel the need of sharing. Whatever price he pays for that.
I hope that readers laugh, cry, and see themselves somewhere in my book when they go through its pages. I wish they don’t remain indifferent. And I know there is no chance it can happen to them. I included much poetry because the beautiful combination of words relaxes the human soul, making it receptive for the infinite capacities of the creative. In fact, I write in this way – I let words love one another.
My book is not fragmented. Time does not always flow from past through present to the future. It flows in this ways when we hurry up to get to work in the morning, wait in front of the door of the operating room, or recall a deceased close relative. Otherwise, in our conscience, we see fragments of memories, facts, and reveries which form different figures in the same way as we peek into a kaleidoscope. There is no linearity. That doesn’t mean the reader would get lost in the events I depict. Nor does it mean that cats, involved as a part of the inner plot design, are there to make it more interesting. I never liked those stories in which to the very end, it doesn’t become clear why someone’s there. Even if that’s rude to say, in our essence, we are animals before anything else. Even gooses have their love courtship dances. I didn’t say that was an overpowering law. Just the opposite. I think that the animal is only a stage of our development as beings. For this reason, my cats have human emotions. Or we have animal ones? They look upward, beneath the blocks of flats, not only to have food given by compassionate people, but because they consider that the needed just comes from the above.
I can’t say that love is a main theme because dependency, loneliness, salvation, and responsibility go together with it. Or may be love comes with its other faces there – hysterical want, desperate want, loving yourself first and then loving the others. Different words for that state which excludes any kind of stagnation: ‘life wants to move.’ Is moving life love – the all taking and all forgiving? I wrote it. The book’s essence is in my attempt to explore the depth – of the human conscience as a creator. The depth of suffering and sinking into it. The depth of the precipice that is special for the different people. And yet, there is something universal in it. It hurts. I wish that after the last page is turned, there are more people enthusiastic enough to climb up and think of their precipice as a necessary but temporary sinking. Happiness and unhappiness are proportionate to their power.
I am not inviting you for tea, nor will I serve you a glass of whiskey, and I don’t dish out biscuits. The half-empty glass I bring to you is a possibility for re-fill. It depends on what you expect faith to offer you. Yes, there is faith, but it is accommodating and inclined to negotiations, when you’ve found out how to get out from precipices and know how not to go down again. If you break the glass, it will remain in pieces. I guess some will want to glue it back together. Is it possible to fix the broken with no traces left?