Taken from a letter that Poe wrote to James Russell Lowell in 1844, in which he apologizes for his absence and slothfulness:
“I live continually in a reverie of the future. I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active — not more happy — nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago. The result will never vary — and to suppose that it will, is to suppose that the foregone man has lived in vain — that the foregone time is but the rudiment of the future — that the myriads who have perished have not been upon equal footing with ourselves — nor are we with our posterity. I cannot agree to lose sight of man the individual, in man the mass… You speak of “an estimate of my life” — and, from what I have already said, you will see that I have none to give. I have been too deeply conscious of the mutability and evanescence of temporal things, to give any continuous effort to anything — to be consistent in anything. My life has been whim — impulse — passion — a longing for solitude — a scorn of all things present, in an earnest desire for the future.”
Isn’t that the truth though? There’s pun upon pun in that one tiny sentence. I’m giggling like the mad idiot I am.
“A good book is an event in my life.”
— Stendhal (From The Red and the Black)
This is why fanfiction was born, y/y?
I was having this conversation just the other day with a mate of mine… He was going on about his first bookish and anime loves, and how he just couldn’t deal with how the series eventually resolved (or DIDN’T resolve) situations and relationships, which is why he eventually turned to fanfiction.
I had to agree.
Sometimes – I won’t lie – I was perfectly happy with how the book/anime/whathaveyou ended things… but I just couldn’t get over the fact that it was DONE. I wanted more and the author sure as hell wasn’t providing me with any. It was a fix I needed to sate, and fanfiction was my drug.
I’ve read SO many phenomenal books that just… ended. Nothing more. No sequels. No movie deals (at least not then, and in some cases even to this day). No… anything. Fanfiction was my way to keeping that exceptional book, story or tale alive for days and weeks and months (and year, aha~) to come.
Anyone out there fanfiction advocates?
And if not, what did or do you currently do to deal with “saying goodbye” to a great read?