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Post by morgan on Jul 27, 2020 2:51:39 GMT
I finally finished this one today. Going to post a few comments before I read the thread. Didn't love this short story, but at least I could finish it. Unlike the last one. It was too "loaded." Hot topics and landmines, oh my.
This story could've been much shorter too. A LOT shorter. That being said, I'm grateful Joe gave us the last five pages or so. I was betting on an open interpretation-type finale. So, that was a pleasant surprise.
Thought about Dreamcatcher in the beginning when "the grey" was first mentioned. Also The Tommyknockers because of the mind control. This also had the feel of Joe's story Pop Art in 20th Century Ghosts (my favorite short story collection by far) for some reason.
As much as I appreciated the chutzpah that Aubrey gained toward the end, he was a difficult character to be invested in during the first half. I really didn't care enough. Too harsh? Maybe. On one hand I can imagine him living his future life to the fullest. On the other, who knows how much damage that crud he ingested did to his system. Did he end up with the "C" word too?
So relieved that the old-timey balloonists' love triangle murder/suicide was added. My interest was piqued at that point. Even though, once the balloon was discovered it was fairly obvious what was going to happen.
But, the story was weird and that's a good thing. I thought the old guy at the end on the highway was going to be Charlie Manx.
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Post by morgan on Jul 27, 2020 3:40:22 GMT
Yeah...the girls actually wanted to put an end to their act, but when Aubrey joined, the three of them sounded too good together to call it quits. So he was actually a burden to them. Poor Aubrey. The guy deserved better friends. I think the story is telling us that we need to learn when to take the blinders off. Yes! WUITIIQGUyMrvFxIgkNw
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Post by morgan on Jul 27, 2020 3:42:04 GMT
I really loved the parts where the cloud just gave Aubrey everything he wanted/needed, and that is where I thought the story could be more whimsical, more along that line. But the cloud could not feed him or give him water and the whole cloud girl thing kinda gave me the heebie jeebies. I liked the way it slowly dawned on Aubrey that everything that was given to him by the cloud was empty and cold and not real. In the story ,it's put this way: "You knew what was real not by its qualities but by its imperfection." That was my favorite sentence.
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Post by wireman on Jul 28, 2020 16:38:57 GMT
bump
Wednesday, we will be discussing Rain by Joe Hill from the book Strange Weather. Be there, aloha.
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