A nice email for
a local heritage group about my book. Its succinct. Like I details in minutes.
Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson was genius at it. Probably the last great american
writer. The standard style, starting with Hemingway, set a precedent, driven by
money, that became generic English. No voice in the words. Easily copied by AI
now. It puts on the depth on the story. Not a bad thing per-say, people get
bored though, most stories are the same thing. A long essay could follow on my
here.
Hello to whom it regards
I've written a whole book placed here and around our demesne of Balbriggan,
surrounding out in words venning into the spaces of Fingal; from bike rides, to
train trips and an elope on a bus, I give intransigence, my fight, the hope in
a world of isolation, struggling, devoid slowly by human interaction, grown by
trauma and grief, that one has one comfort, the enchantment of a place and it's
escape. The details are profound, the movement of a sense in the theme. The
singularity there witnessing the world they move into, coming into and around
age. There are many other ventures the book tributes into. But to be focused on
your world, a tiny spot, and resolute around the details like an eye, thinning
out into the peripheral, is a major feature of my book based in Balbriggan
"Seagulls Shadows on Slantyrock"
Regards Kev Foy
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