Cockatoos [With ATOC]
NOTE
The young author wrote this story contemporaneously with the happenings involved and in due course showed it to selected acquaintances. These, /sans/ literary discernment, were dubious about the character of the work. A brave English gentleman, believing in it, showed it to one of London's leading publishers, but he was disgusted by its frankness and said the author should not be encouraged to write. The author, lacking a literary mentor either to confirm or combat such a pronunciamento, thrust the MS. into a box. It lay undisturbed by anything but silverfish for twenty-five years, when I read it.
Here are people really young. Time stops still around them for a moment as for figures seen through a stereoscope. They frolic in the spotlight of their own egos in the centre of the floor while their elders are relegated to the side seats. They are surrounded by the idiom of their day and a background of current events and opinions. Caught in the net of adolescence untarnished or unfurbished by Time's perspective they struggle in a maze of inexperience against defeats, hopes, dreams and despairs, normal but so poignant and tragic at their time of life; and, in their case, ambiguous national loyalties are intensified by a double nostalgia.
Here was treasure comparable with but superior to a diary. Substitution of names and a refocusing of emphases was all that was needed to fit the story into my chosen scene.
--BRENT OF BIN BIN.
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The young author wrote this story contemporaneously with the happenings involved and in due course showed it to selected acquaintances. These, /sans/ literary discernment, were dubious about the character of the work. A brave English gentleman, believing in it, showed it to one of London's leading publishers, but he was disgusted by its frankness and said the author should not be encouraged to write. The author, lacking a literary mentor either to confirm or combat such a pronunciamento, thrust the MS. into a box. It lay undisturbed by anything but silverfish for twenty-five years, when I read it.
Here are people really young. Time stops still around them for a moment as for figures seen through a stereoscope. They frolic in the spotlight of their own egos in the centre of the floor while their elders are relegated to the side seats. They are surrounded by the idiom of their day and a background of current events and opinions. Caught in the net of adolescence untarnished or unfurbished by Time's perspective they struggle in a maze of inexperience against defeats, hopes, dreams and despairs, normal but so poignant and tragic at their time of life; and, in their case, ambiguous national loyalties are intensified by a double nostalgia.
Here was treasure comparable with but superior to a diary. Substitution of names and a refocusing of emphases was all that was needed to fit the story into my chosen scene.
--BRENT OF BIN BIN.
Cockatoos [With ATOC]
NOTE
The young author wrote this story contemporaneously with the happenings involved and in due course showed it to selected acquaintances. These, /sans/ literary discernment, were dubious about the character of the work. A brave English gentleman, believing in it, showed it to one of London's leading publishers, but he was disgusted by its frankness and said the author should not be encouraged to write. The author, lacking a literary mentor either to confirm or combat such a pronunciamento, thrust the MS. into a box. It lay undisturbed by anything but silverfish for twenty-five years, when I read it.
Here are people really young. Time stops still around them for a moment as for figures seen through a stereoscope. They frolic in the spotlight of their own egos in the centre of the floor while their elders are relegated to the side seats. They are surrounded by the idiom of their day and a background of current events and opinions. Caught in the net of adolescence untarnished or unfurbished by Time's perspective they struggle in a maze of inexperience against defeats, hopes, dreams and despairs, normal but so poignant and tragic at their time of life; and, in their case, ambiguous national loyalties are intensified by a double nostalgia.
Here was treasure comparable with but superior to a diary. Substitution of names and a refocusing of emphases was all that was needed to fit the story into my chosen scene.
--BRENT OF BIN BIN.
The young author wrote this story contemporaneously with the happenings involved and in due course showed it to selected acquaintances. These, /sans/ literary discernment, were dubious about the character of the work. A brave English gentleman, believing in it, showed it to one of London's leading publishers, but he was disgusted by its frankness and said the author should not be encouraged to write. The author, lacking a literary mentor either to confirm or combat such a pronunciamento, thrust the MS. into a box. It lay undisturbed by anything but silverfish for twenty-five years, when I read it.
Here are people really young. Time stops still around them for a moment as for figures seen through a stereoscope. They frolic in the spotlight of their own egos in the centre of the floor while their elders are relegated to the side seats. They are surrounded by the idiom of their day and a background of current events and opinions. Caught in the net of adolescence untarnished or unfurbished by Time's perspective they struggle in a maze of inexperience against defeats, hopes, dreams and despairs, normal but so poignant and tragic at their time of life; and, in their case, ambiguous national loyalties are intensified by a double nostalgia.
Here was treasure comparable with but superior to a diary. Substitution of names and a refocusing of emphases was all that was needed to fit the story into my chosen scene.
--BRENT OF BIN BIN.
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Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940013667303 |
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| Publisher: | Ladislav Deczi |
| Publication date: | 01/19/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 654 |
| File size: | 406 KB |
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