atd dissapointment

[robinlandseadel at comcast.net]

I knew from the exquisitely artificial tone of the Chums of Chance taking off
on their merry exploding skyship---the "Paranoia"---that I was in 
L.O.V.E. Reading Webb Traverse's bitch-slapping of Republicans, 
just as their present day plutocratic representatives were going
down in flames (November 6, as I recall), gave me little fits of ecstasy. 
And from then on, it was like a hall of mirrors, reflections and 
permutations of earlier sequences joining up with matched 
opposites, sometimes from earlier books by the same author 
but more often than not branching out in other directions and 
expanding the webs he's already created. I'm 446 pages into
my second read and I'm still in love.

The thing is, this book was intended to be re-read, and frankly, 
a lot of people just don't have the time or the patience for that 
kind of crap and can you blame them?
 -------------- Original message ----------------------
From: kelber at mindspring.com
> There's no law says you don't have a right to hate the book, but I'd advise 
> holding your nose and reading further.  It wasn't 'til p. 400 or so that I was 
> utterly hooked.  It wasn't just that I'd gotten past parts of the book that I'd 
> found disappointing, but that I had a new appreciation of the book's beginning 
> by then.  I haven't read any reviews yet, but I've gotten the impression that a 
> lot of reviewers quit too early -- lectus interruptus, or something?
> 
> Laura