Even one tear is too many.
Sep. 7th, 2002 05:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osarabaI'm one page away from the end of the second short story in the Honor Harrington anthology Worlds of Honor. This one is called What Price Dreams? and it is written by the man himself, David Weber.
And it's only after reading it so soon after describing my dissatisfaction with the short story that preceded it, that I can tell you the difference between David Weber and so many other writers. He really touches you -- your mind, anata no kokoro... it's so pathetic, but the waterworks were having a field day (and the music isn't helping any, either).
Really, it's having a character group -- like Weber's treecats, or Mercedes Lackey's Companions, who can see beyond the facade -- that make one realize the absolute pathetic loneliness of human existence.
I think I've written way too much for today. Somebody stop me.
And it's only after reading it so soon after describing my dissatisfaction with the short story that preceded it, that I can tell you the difference between David Weber and so many other writers. He really touches you -- your mind, anata no kokoro... it's so pathetic, but the waterworks were having a field day (and the music isn't helping any, either).
Really, it's having a character group -- like Weber's treecats, or Mercedes Lackey's Companions, who can see beyond the facade -- that make one realize the absolute pathetic loneliness of human existence.
I think I've written way too much for today. Somebody stop me.
