Crazy, but in a good way.
Не только международная книжная сцена в отвратном состоянии. Сама литература блюет кровью.
Of the Realms
Plot Justification
The time came that Voxor rebelled and ceased to heed Knoram, Banthane of the Roilwachhs. Therefore, Knoram called once more the great Roilwach Holmeet, held in his keep, Tob Lomen. At the Holmeet there was much discussion but little resolution, until at last, Spoltog lept upon the dias, and undraping his bolam and brandishing it aloft, cried that all must join in subduing Voxor, who must then be banished, until he should swear to again obey Knoram and the will of the Holmeet.
But immediately there was a thunderous crash and a brilliant burst of light which shone keenly on every bandyclef, and from high on a buttress slid down Voxor, scowling in his wrath, though no word he spoke. And the guardians who saw looked in awe, for the dias had crumbled and the Roilward itself lay broken.
Then, Knoram arose and spoke, "So we must separate. Let each man make his choice and follow whom he will." And he departed, and in that hour the souls of the unborn chose, and the world layered upon itself, and the living dwelt with Knoram, but the unborn followed each his own will, to whichever realm they had chosen.
Это пародия, надывается Progress Quest. Пародия, неотличимая от коммерческой литературы, которая - вот такая хуйня, намешанная с матюгами в стиле "как я провел лето". Отечественная популярная художественная литература - вся такая. Можете поверить, я всегда заглядываю людям в метро через плечо.
Да, "популярная" я определяю как "то, что люди читают в метро".
Of the Realms
Plot Justification
The time came that Voxor rebelled and ceased to heed Knoram, Banthane of the Roilwachhs. Therefore, Knoram called once more the great Roilwach Holmeet, held in his keep, Tob Lomen. At the Holmeet there was much discussion but little resolution, until at last, Spoltog lept upon the dias, and undraping his bolam and brandishing it aloft, cried that all must join in subduing Voxor, who must then be banished, until he should swear to again obey Knoram and the will of the Holmeet.
But immediately there was a thunderous crash and a brilliant burst of light which shone keenly on every bandyclef, and from high on a buttress slid down Voxor, scowling in his wrath, though no word he spoke. And the guardians who saw looked in awe, for the dias had crumbled and the Roilward itself lay broken.
Then, Knoram arose and spoke, "So we must separate. Let each man make his choice and follow whom he will." And he departed, and in that hour the souls of the unborn chose, and the world layered upon itself, and the living dwelt with Knoram, but the unborn followed each his own will, to whichever realm they had chosen.
Это пародия, надывается Progress Quest. Пародия, неотличимая от коммерческой литературы, которая - вот такая хуйня, намешанная с матюгами в стиле "как я провел лето". Отечественная популярная художественная литература - вся такая. Можете поверить, я всегда заглядываю людям в метро через плечо.
Да, "популярная" я определяю как "то, что люди читают в метро".