I'm hooked.
But it happened at page 200!! An editor's mistake, I am boldly willing to say*. Because there is no reason to introduce each character and their history and what makes them what they are all in the first 200 pages. You tell it as you need to. That's what I think. Too heavy at the beginning - it had a hard time picking up momentum with all that mass (M = mv = mass x velocity).
But then you get past it and the story starts to move.
The moment I fell in love was when he arrived in NYC (this morning, as I told my friend, because I read it on the morning commute, the events so much a part of reality I lost the distinction between time in my real world and time in the book).
Superorganism... consciousness and intelligence resided not in the individual ant but in the collective ant mind... Order and purpose must reside somewhere other than within each vehicle. That morning I heard the hum, the respiration, of the superorganism. It's a sound I believe only the new immigrant hears, but not for long... It became part of what the mind would label silence. You were now subsumed into the superorganism.
It is the beauty of being a part of the swell of the morning commute, the bike cutting in front of the car turning at the intersection as the pedestrian finds space between the taxi and the bus. It's the feeling that there's a place for everything in this place, that all of the components belong and have a role in keeping the body alive. It's like being in a dream and knowing you're in it, you're a part of it, but being a part of it nonetheless.
* When do I ever say things unboldly? My working hypothesis: if it's not worth being boldly stated, I choose to stay quiet. A self-directed filtering of anything below the threshold of BOLD.
But it happened at page 200!! An editor's mistake, I am boldly willing to say*. Because there is no reason to introduce each character and their history and what makes them what they are all in the first 200 pages. You tell it as you need to. That's what I think. Too heavy at the beginning - it had a hard time picking up momentum with all that mass (M = mv = mass x velocity).
But then you get past it and the story starts to move.
The moment I fell in love was when he arrived in NYC (this morning, as I told my friend, because I read it on the morning commute, the events so much a part of reality I lost the distinction between time in my real world and time in the book).
Superorganism... consciousness and intelligence resided not in the individual ant but in the collective ant mind... Order and purpose must reside somewhere other than within each vehicle. That morning I heard the hum, the respiration, of the superorganism. It's a sound I believe only the new immigrant hears, but not for long... It became part of what the mind would label silence. You were now subsumed into the superorganism.
It is the beauty of being a part of the swell of the morning commute, the bike cutting in front of the car turning at the intersection as the pedestrian finds space between the taxi and the bus. It's the feeling that there's a place for everything in this place, that all of the components belong and have a role in keeping the body alive. It's like being in a dream and knowing you're in it, you're a part of it, but being a part of it nonetheless.
* When do I ever say things unboldly? My working hypothesis: if it's not worth being boldly stated, I choose to stay quiet. A self-directed filtering of anything below the threshold of BOLD.
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