Songs of Seattle

[netmouse]

At the top of the Hillclimb, he stopped to survey his domain. The steps spilled down the open hillside amidst plantings and landings. In the summer, some landings had little white and yellow tables with people laughing and eating. But the chill wind off Elliott Bay had blown away such diners today. A shame, thought Wizard. The wind was juggling seagulls for an empty grandstand.

--Wizard of the Pigeons Megan Lindholm

The wind was juggling seagulls for an empty grandstand.

Is it better with or without context? I go back and forth. But I know I like it. It's an interesting book.



it's fine to like men, any number of men, as long as you still like yourself.

Comments

[matt-arnold.livejournal.com]

It's just as good without context.

"It's fine to like men, any number of men, as long as you still like yourself."
Ouch. Somebody in that book has gotten burned by men, apparently.

[kalmn.livejournal.com]

my read on it is that somebody there got burned by trusting to other people for their own self esteem, rather than by trusting to themselves.

[matt-arnold.livejournal.com]

So much so that they actually have to remind themselves that liking other people is not exclusionary with liking one's self? That would make an interesting character, constantly swinging from the "Jesus first, others second, myself dead last" mindset to the "look out for number one and screw everybody else" mindset and actually needing to be told that there's a middle ground. I've known people like that, so it seems realistic to me.

[avt-tor.livejournal.com]

I think I've climbed that hill and been to that restaurant. But the rest of the setting seems less urban than I recall. :)