Are you still here?
Why?
What more do you want from me? Isn’t it enough that my life has been shredded? Stripped of everything that ever had any meaning? Do you want me to die now too? Would that satisfy your morbid curiosity? Bring everything to a nice, neat conclusion?
Well, I’m way ahead of you. Did that a few chapters ago. And looking back, that should really have been the end of the story there and then. I mean, come on, how many first-person monologues carry on after the narrator shuffles off this mortal dancefloor? You know how these things work. The laws of literature. People can’t just reappear in the shower months later, and everything turns out to have just been a bad dream. Except maybe in a row, row, row your boat kind of way.
Admittedly, other books have been written where the main character dies then comes back from the dead. In one of the older, more popular ones, with which some of you might be familiar, he even comes back from the dead to save humanity. I suppose someone has to do it every now and then. But while comparisons with the present work are inevitable, that’s where any similarities end. That one wasn’t written completely from a first-person perspective. It had a lot more bloodshed than this one. More sex, too. And one hell of an ending. Took more than one writer to put it all together, though. And they kept editing it until it really didn’t make as much sense as the original version.
But all in all, not a bad example of early fantasy writing.
Extract from Burning Roses, a decadent tale of sex, drugs, rock n roll & magick. Available from www.amazon.com/author/burning
I’ll be hanging out at The Moors Castle in Muldersdrift this coming Saturday, the 26th, joining Writers Bloc at their Readers and Writers Festival. Full details can be found here – Moors Festival
Till next time. Cheers.
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