And the question is also: who is Eleanor in the lives of others? In her own life? Who are we all? And most importantly (and hardest of all): when are we the robbers? That's the question Eleanor ISN'T asking herself. But it's perhaps the most important question of all...and the one we most don't want to ask, let alone answer.
Clearly this is a highly significant and pivotal chapter in your story, given the space your have devoted to it's epiphanal role. Sadly, it seems like a universal pattern of behavior to immediately evaluate those we meet as like ourselves or different, and subsequently to evaluate the social implications of association as positive or negative to ourselves! Or, as you point out, perhaps even worse to choose to not see them at all except as objects! Thank you for this important chapter.
And the question is also: who is Eleanor in the lives of others? In her own life? Who are we all? And most importantly (and hardest of all): when are we the robbers? That's the question Eleanor ISN'T asking herself. But it's perhaps the most important question of all...and the one we most don't want to ask, let alone answer.
Wow. Um. I think you're giving me more credit than I was trying to do when I wrote it. But then maybe that's the point. Good writing is working on multiple levels all at once, but it doesn't feel belabored...it feels natural. Certainly I was just putting myself back in a place I remember well, and then just writing about it as simply as I can, without trying to do too much other convey the sense of being there, having that experience. And then let readers have their OWN experience...as clearly you did. So, mission accomplished, I think!
This is my favorite chapter so far! I loved the listen.
Picky grammar thing: "and care for Tig and I" ... I think you mean "Tig and me"
Ok, so that immediately begs the qustion: what makes it your favourite chapter so far?
And...more things a copyeditor would have picked on I'm sure. Oh the tricksyness of English and it's subject/verb/object agreement etc.
And the question is also: who is Eleanor in the lives of others? In her own life? Who are we all? And most importantly (and hardest of all): when are we the robbers? That's the question Eleanor ISN'T asking herself. But it's perhaps the most important question of all...and the one we most don't want to ask, let alone answer.
This section is beautifully written!
🙏. Anything in particular you wish to call out? Or not!
Clearly this is a highly significant and pivotal chapter in your story, given the space your have devoted to it's epiphanal role. Sadly, it seems like a universal pattern of behavior to immediately evaluate those we meet as like ourselves or different, and subsequently to evaluate the social implications of association as positive or negative to ourselves! Or, as you point out, perhaps even worse to choose to not see them at all except as objects! Thank you for this important chapter.
And the question is also: who is Eleanor in the lives of others? In her own life? Who are we all? And most importantly (and hardest of all): when are we the robbers? That's the question Eleanor ISN'T asking herself. But it's perhaps the most important question of all...and the one we most don't want to ask, let alone answer.
As you say, it is, this is as old as human history. Maybe one day we will learn? A lady can hope....!
Wow. Um. I think you're giving me more credit than I was trying to do when I wrote it. But then maybe that's the point. Good writing is working on multiple levels all at once, but it doesn't feel belabored...it feels natural. Certainly I was just putting myself back in a place I remember well, and then just writing about it as simply as I can, without trying to do too much other convey the sense of being there, having that experience. And then let readers have their OWN experience...as clearly you did. So, mission accomplished, I think!