I had caught the title and cover art among the thousands of books at B&N and picked it up, liked it.
I liked your poetic sense. To avoid seeing the plot too quickly, I selected pages at random to read, as I often do. It’s good for me.
Finding science to be stranger than fiction, I’m looking for something to make sense of it. Your book helps by confirming some of my thoughts on the world stage. That’s a relief, like a doctor diagnosing my novel disease with a traditional name.
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Such a relief to know the book is actually in B&N. Another thing writers worry about. I’m glad it struck you out of so many, that’s another piece of good news. Thanks for taking a chance with your money.
I am not sure anyone has ever before characterized me as helping to make sense of science, and if you’d been my lab partner in high school you would find it as funny as I do. I’d be interested to hear more about your thoughts, confirmed or otherwise.
I was intrigued by the idea of Solitaire as an experience unmoored from plot, and did a little random reading in it myself. I’m not sure what I would make of it as a new reader, except that the corporate culture aspect of the story is more prominent than I expected, and they really do drink a lot of beer.
And then I got lost in the story right around the point where Jackal has her first aftershock and winds up on the floor in Solitaire. I’ve been reading for the last hour and a half instead of working. It’s been lovely to spend time with these people again. They are all special to me. It means a lot to me to find that they are still themselves, that their story still carries me the way it did through all those months and years of discovering it and wrestling it down onto paper. I know it’s not the done thing to say so, but I love my book.
I’m always curious about how authors feel about their published works years later. I don’t like looking at my old stuff. It’s pretty cool that you love Solitaire; it is a lovable book.
That cover has really done its job, eh? I wish I hadn’t been in such a cold head-space when I first came across your novel. But I can’t nag the Universe about it too much, since I found Dangerous Space at exactly the right moment, and my disposition was ideal. I cried so much with “Strings,” it made me feel so happy and alive and full of music.