Oh god, it's raining inside ;-------; That was such an elegant short story.
I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972
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Re: I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972
#52Earlier quoted context omitted.
I bet you're fun at parties.
I am sorry, but thats all you have to say? Camillo is absolutely right on that subject. This person killed hundreds (if not more) of beings, realised his guilt, subsequently wanted to choose the "noble" path of taking the consequences (even though, realistically, it wouldnt have changed a single thing for those he bombed) and suddenly forgot everything the moment he met a pretty girl. Fake or not, if you are saying p…
What age are you and Camillo? I had your sentiments as well in my early twenties but 20 years later I find those thoughts unhelpful for both me and others around me and taught myself first not to express them and then not to think them. So I am wondering if it might be an age thing or that experiences, social interaction and managing many people in companies changed me.
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#53Earlier quoted context omitted.
It's creative writing, which some people like no matter how authentic. The writer has some skills. The flow and efficiency would earn marks as a school assignment! "scaled the hill with its golden dome, and meandered into that charming labyrinth divided by Hanover Street" It might seem simple, but in those few words a lot of information is communicated. "Ironically, the torture of your abandonment seemed to swallow m…
> would earn marks as a school assignment Oh, come on. I can't tell if you're being ironic or clumsy, but if it's the later I strongly disagree. This is fantastic writing, much better than what we read everywhere everyday; in school it would warrant to take the teacher's place.
I'm saying it's good.
That said, it's only 1000 words. Don't get too excited.
By "school" I mean maybe college, a dedicated writing class. Who knows, who cares, but don't underestimate the talent of young writers motivated by viral glory!
But yeah... it's a good one-hit-wonder.
Re: I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972
#54Earlier quoted context omitted.
It's creative writing, which some people like no matter how authentic. The writer has some skills. The flow and efficiency would earn marks as a school assignment! "scaled the hill with its golden dome, and meandered into that charming labyrinth divided by Hanover Street" It might seem simple, but in those few words a lot of information is communicated. "Ironically, the torture of your abandonment seemed to swallow m…
You could find interesting Vikram Chandra's "Geek Sublime". It's an essay about writing and programming.
Thanks. Funny, of course someone's written a book on the subject! Looks deep, good to know there's a kindle edition.
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#55Quite Murakami-esque. Touching.
Please suggest me a Murakami book that resembles this story.
Reminds me a lot of this short story by Murakami:
"On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning" (1981)
http://www.youmightfindyourself.com/post/22131227213/on-seei...
It's part of his 'The Elephant Vanishes' short story collection.
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#56I think a lot of people miss the point of this posting -- it doesn't matter if it's real or if it's fake, but rather it's an evolution of artistic expression. Someone is using Craigslist as an entirely new medium for writing a bit of poetry or short story. The potential for this type of work to reach people is huge, and that to me is the most exciting part of it all.
Yes, real or fake, it's a great story, superbly told; I'd like to think it's real because it's more beautiful and more touching that way. One sentence I find very profound is this: the prospect of suicide was suddenly less appealing than the prospect of discovering what had happened in that restaurant . The other takeaway is this: do not go to the bathroom. Do not leave. Do not take your eyes off the object of your i…
> other takeaway is this: do not go to the bathroom. Do not leave. Do not take your eyes off the object of your interest for one second, or she might leave and you'll never see her again.
If the object of your interest wants to leave, I'm not sure imposing yourself on it is the best way to keep it around.
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#57I think a lot of people miss the point of this posting -- it doesn't matter if it's real or if it's fake, but rather it's an evolution of artistic expression. Someone is using Craigslist as an entirely new medium for writing a bit of poetry or short story. The potential for this type of work to reach people is huge, and that to me is the most exciting part of it all.
Of course it matters. If it's real, it's a strange, perhaps touching story. If it's made-up, it's a trite and rather artless attempt to yank at your heartstrings. Being coy about whether something is a true account, fictionalized or outright fiction is a cheap way to avoid criticism of both one's reportage and art.
Jack Shafer wrote about this sort of thing regarding a David Sedaris flap a few years ago:
http://www.slate.com/articles/news_and_politics/press_box/20...
Re: I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972
#58I think a lot of people miss the point of this posting -- it doesn't matter if it's real or if it's fake, but rather it's an evolution of artistic expression. Someone is using Craigslist as an entirely new medium for writing a bit of poetry or short story. The potential for this type of work to reach people is huge, and that to me is the most exciting part of it all.
or for karma
Re: I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972
#59I think a lot of people miss the point of this posting -- it doesn't matter if it's real or if it's fake, but rather it's an evolution of artistic expression. Someone is using Craigslist as an entirely new medium for writing a bit of poetry or short story. The potential for this type of work to reach people is huge, and that to me is the most exciting part of it all.
Yes, real or fake, it's a great story, superbly told; I'd like to think it's real because it's more beautiful and more touching that way. One sentence I find very profound is this: the prospect of suicide was suddenly less appealing than the prospect of discovering what had happened in that restaurant . The other takeaway is this: do not go to the bathroom. Do not leave. Do not take your eyes off the object of your i…
I've gotta say, whether taken literally or metaphorically this sounds a little creepy. On the literal level, clinging to someone constantly so they can't get away is likely to come across as somewhere between desperate and terrifying. And metaphorically, this level of focus can be fantastic in the short term, but taken too far it's a recipe for burnout and a hollow, fragile life.
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#60I met you on the London Underground Tube in 2006, and I was such a such horse's ass for not holding the doors open...
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