June 5, 2016 at 8:51 pm (Conversations, Sundays, Women Writers, Writing)
Tags: science fiction, short story, Sundays
A sphere is about to descend into the ocean depths, and the two main characters in self’s story-in-progress have this conversation, self knows not why:
We’re going under.
When?
Today.
Just like that.
Yes.
Well, I need a little more time. To select.
You might say this abruptness of language is one of the hallmarks of self’s science fiction. Elena Ferrante, too, writes with a kind of abruptness, but her abruptness is not at all in dialogue.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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