This book feels like an episode of the original "Twilight Zone" series. You have this largely unexplained situation that you set up, then you throw these characters into it and see how they behave. It could be an improv show, but it's not played for laughs. But it's hard to be deeply affected by any drama involved. It could be an old medieval mystery play or other early symbolic drama, with characters coming on stage and sort of strutting their stuff.
I feel the way it's written, the spareness and the limitedness, this is like a French 20th-century novel like something by Sartre or Jean Cocteau. But instead of being a super-short book where someone sits on a rock and thinks until the book ends with something heinous , this book stretches itself to 2 or 3 times that length for a "typical novel experience."
They're in a boat?...on a river?...and there's gold?...lots of gold?...which they like...because?...and there are raiders?...and it's some sort of post-apocalyptic future?...maybe?
Like I said, I see this all happening in black and white on some old 1960s soundstage. It's just odd, odd, odd.
I feel the way it's written, the spareness and the limitedness, this is like a French 20th-century novel like something by Sartre or Jean Cocteau. But instead of being a super-short book where someone sits on a rock and thinks until the book ends with something heinous , this book stretches itself to 2 or 3 times that length for a "typical novel experience."
They're in a boat?...on a river?...and there's gold?...lots of gold?...which they like...because?...and there are raiders?...and it's some sort of post-apocalyptic future?...maybe?
Like I said, I see this all happening in black and white on some old 1960s soundstage. It's just odd, odd, odd.