Okay, I just accidentally hit the CapsLock key, and I had to retype that stupid headline three times before I figured it out. Think I’m a little burned out? Yeah, me too.
And I’m not really sure why. Perhaps it’s a lack of caffeine. Perhaps it’s that I’m trying to write three books at once. Perhaps it’s that I’ve been so distracted and furious the last day or so by the new wave of internet piracy, and the attitude some poeple seem to have towards it. Which ranges from “Nobody reads ebooks” to…well…”Nobody reads ebooks.”
Oh, well then. If nobody reads them–aside from the several hundred people downloading them, or the thousands who buy them every week–then I guess theft of intellectual property is okay, right? It’s just some freaks who like ebooks doing it, after all. Grrr.
And what else? I am officially so tired of winter I want to rip out my hair at the roots.
The hubs and I watched Raiders of the Lost Ark last night. I hadn’t forgotten how good it is–I don’t think you forget how good a movie like that is–but I had forgotten just how good. How clever the visuals are. The use of shadows in the film, for example. Amazing. When Marion is closing up her bar, and the door opens, and we see a shadow on the wall. It’s Indiana Jones. We know it, and so does she. before he even speaks we see her shoulders fall and then tense as she recognizes him. It’s such a great moment.
Do you think it’s possible for books to bring the same sense of the visual to a reader, as it is for a movie to a viewer? Or is it never as clear, because it’s open to interpretation, or simply takes too long to describe?
I would never say I prefer movies to books. But I do think they each have their limitations.
And tis is short, and not ranty, because I really am whacked.