Rejection, You Are A Sadistic Master!
Dear Julia,
Thank you for sending me No One to Hear You Scream. Sorry it has taken me so long to get back to you. This is a really interesting novel. I enjoyed the general feel of the work—especially with the dark secrets and impending doom that occupy much of its beginning. The story is well crafted and seems to thrive off of the reoccurring question of darkness and insanity within each character. You have really created an intriguing center for a story with the Jameson family.
With that said, however, something about the pacing and the structure of the novel made it hard for me to really engage in the story. The transition of the narrative from each character's story to the next certainly helps to build suspense, but it also got in the way of some much needed action and character development. Unfortunately, I wasn't taken by this enough to pursue it here, and I am going to have to pass. I wish you the best of luck with it.
Best,
Tim
Oh, Rejection, you are a sadistic master, tormenting me, and mistreating me even though I am your loyal pet. Why do you abuse me so? You treat me like I am less than nothing, making me live on my knees, groveling at your Ralph Lauren alligator shoes as you beat me into submission, trying to break me. And me begging for more. And you, neglecting me.
Forgive me for that misplaced comma, and the greatest sin of all that would cause you to turn away from me, that type-o on the very first page of my manuscript even though I swear I'd spell checked it and read and re-read it like ten thousand times (a day) to make sure it was perfect for you...And while I have hated you and feared you and dreaded your knock on my door, your name in my in-box, you're polite but cold "thanks but not for me" speeches, like a killing blow to the fragile dark and twisted dream of you and I together that I'd been nurturing in my warped little brain, I also have to tell you that I've grown to love you. There I've said it. It's true. I love you. It took a long time I must confess, years in fact. It took much forsaking on your part, and me like a some depraved stalker pleading for you to acknowledge me favourably, and at the same time cursing your bloody name, kicking and screaming like some psycho. Plotting your beautiful demise. Yes, your demise. Plotting. That's what I'm good at, not that you'd know or care. Don't mistake my sweetness for weakness, Rejection, I could kill you with a look or a stroke of my pen, erase you from the page as if you never were. Delete you from my screen with one click of a button. Easily. Oh, don't be so surprised at the level of abhorrence I've had for you or my subversive desires.
But I digress. I have come to love you and here is why: You have made me better, Rejection. You have shaped me, pushed me, knocked me down, whipped me into submission like you wanted to, left me sobbing and bleeding in the gutter, screaming out for you, driven me half mad with your demands. But, you have forced me to get up again, dust off my knees and carry on. Over and over. Oh, I have resisted as you well know! I'm not a lemming after all, and I have not gone willingly. You'd never have found my cyanide-laden corpse among the dead in Jonestown. But it's true. You have forced me to grow. You have influenced me. Helped me smooth out those rough edges, polish those words I arrange together so lovingly on the page until they shine with a blinding light. You have made me dig deep into the blood and guts of my characters, extracting their slimy quivering hearts, and twisting them until they bleed deliciously all over the page. DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!!! (okay so that was Charlton Heston from Planet Of The Apes, but you get the picture). And I love you for it. I completely love you for it. Thank you for treating me so bad, it was exactly what I needed. You have been an amazing teacher. Brutal but amazing all the same.
I do have one question though, what's up with signing "best"? Is that like a New York thing? But I like it. Really. I swear I do. It's good.
coming May 2011
Thank you for sending me No One to Hear You Scream. Sorry it has taken me so long to get back to you. This is a really interesting novel. I enjoyed the general feel of the work—especially with the dark secrets and impending doom that occupy much of its beginning. The story is well crafted and seems to thrive off of the reoccurring question of darkness and insanity within each character. You have really created an intriguing center for a story with the Jameson family.
With that said, however, something about the pacing and the structure of the novel made it hard for me to really engage in the story. The transition of the narrative from each character's story to the next certainly helps to build suspense, but it also got in the way of some much needed action and character development. Unfortunately, I wasn't taken by this enough to pursue it here, and I am going to have to pass. I wish you the best of luck with it.
Best,
Tim
Oh, Rejection, you are a sadistic master, tormenting me, and mistreating me even though I am your loyal pet. Why do you abuse me so? You treat me like I am less than nothing, making me live on my knees, groveling at your Ralph Lauren alligator shoes as you beat me into submission, trying to break me. And me begging for more. And you, neglecting me.
Forgive me for that misplaced comma, and the greatest sin of all that would cause you to turn away from me, that type-o on the very first page of my manuscript even though I swear I'd spell checked it and read and re-read it like ten thousand times (a day) to make sure it was perfect for you...And while I have hated you and feared you and dreaded your knock on my door, your name in my in-box, you're polite but cold "thanks but not for me" speeches, like a killing blow to the fragile dark and twisted dream of you and I together that I'd been nurturing in my warped little brain, I also have to tell you that I've grown to love you. There I've said it. It's true. I love you. It took a long time I must confess, years in fact. It took much forsaking on your part, and me like a some depraved stalker pleading for you to acknowledge me favourably, and at the same time cursing your bloody name, kicking and screaming like some psycho. Plotting your beautiful demise. Yes, your demise. Plotting. That's what I'm good at, not that you'd know or care. Don't mistake my sweetness for weakness, Rejection, I could kill you with a look or a stroke of my pen, erase you from the page as if you never were. Delete you from my screen with one click of a button. Easily. Oh, don't be so surprised at the level of abhorrence I've had for you or my subversive desires.
But I digress. I have come to love you and here is why: You have made me better, Rejection. You have shaped me, pushed me, knocked me down, whipped me into submission like you wanted to, left me sobbing and bleeding in the gutter, screaming out for you, driven me half mad with your demands. But, you have forced me to get up again, dust off my knees and carry on. Over and over. Oh, I have resisted as you well know! I'm not a lemming after all, and I have not gone willingly. You'd never have found my cyanide-laden corpse among the dead in Jonestown. But it's true. You have forced me to grow. You have influenced me. Helped me smooth out those rough edges, polish those words I arrange together so lovingly on the page until they shine with a blinding light. You have made me dig deep into the blood and guts of my characters, extracting their slimy quivering hearts, and twisting them until they bleed deliciously all over the page. DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!!! (okay so that was Charlton Heston from Planet Of The Apes, but you get the picture). And I love you for it. I completely love you for it. Thank you for treating me so bad, it was exactly what I needed. You have been an amazing teacher. Brutal but amazing all the same.
I do have one question though, what's up with signing "best"? Is that like a New York thing? But I like it. Really. I swear I do. It's good.
coming May 2011
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