ilroy is here!' we are crying - our plea for attention in an indifferent world.
Even as we have gained with the advent of writing, we have lost something. Though our stories have flourished with the time machine that is writing, we have lost our ability to provide a sense of community, we no longer transmit those cultural messages that bind us together as people. That isn't to say that stories still can't - and don't - perform that function. But as our world has grown ever more complex and fragmented, so too has the human experience, and so too has the unifying potential of storytelling. We see ourselves reflected in a broken mirror.
Yet this provides a wealth of material for the storyteller. The very stuff of drama: conflict. Not merely the conflict of every day life set within the narrow parameters of a particular sub-culture - but between sub-cultures, between class. We have a new age of heroes and villains, new demons and angels in our modern myths. That is the rich and the poor, the struggl
As a former teacher I am generally undeterred by the insipid. An unending accumulation of student papers has caused this effect. This book however is beyond the pale. Hopefully Mr. Cantrell will succeed in future efforts. I wish him good fortune.
Perhaps this comment is unduly harsh. I have read nothing by Mr. Cantrell previously and will seek to do so as the opportunity arises. It is always easier to read than write and so hope for improvement is never unjustified.
Very interesting and reflects my opinion on the modern world. The previous reviewer probably could not grasp the language, and hence his boredom.
Looked like it could be good, but I just couldn't get into it.