Καθίστε αναπαυτικά στον καναπέ, φτιάξτε pop corn, χαμηλώστε τα φώτα και ανοίξτε το ΝΕΚΡΟΤΑΦΙΟ ΖΩΩΝ του μετρ του είδους Stephen King ή την Εκδίκηση της αγαπημένης μου Υrsa Sigurdardottir. Περί αυτών ο λόγος στο σημερινό mini αφιέρωμα.
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Yrsa Sigurdardottir
When did you decide which genre was right for you and why?
I began my writing career writing books for pre-teen children. These books were situation comedies, with children at the center of the action. After five such books I was really tired of being funny, which is much more difficult than being horrible. Humor is a very fine line that is hard to thread and it is very easy to fall on either side of it, go too far and be ridiculous or not far enough and be not funny at all. I was also feeling a bit constrained by the innocence of my readers that I did not want to ruin in any way, making certain topics off limits. I needed the freedom of writing for an audience that was more jaded and previously broken in when it comes to the awful things life sometimes dishes out. So I decided to shift to writing for adults, about ten years ago. It was an easy choice regarding subject matter as I feel one should write books that one likes to read as it is next to impossible to write a good novel if you do not enjoy the premise and respect it. So I would be a miserable love story writer or vampire book writer, not to mention experimental prose writer.
Τhe Silence of the Sea της Yrsa Sigurdardottir
© sharonang
«Brynjar hugged his jacket tighter around him, thinking longingly of his warm hut and wondering what on earth he was doing out here. It just went to show how dull his job was that he should jump at any chance of a diversion, even if it meant having to endure the biting wind. As usual at this late hour the port he was supposed to be keeping an eye on was deserted, and it suddenly struck him that he didn’t know it any other way. He avoided its daytime bustle, preferring it like this – black sea, unmanned ships – as if seeing how it came to life when he wasn’t there brought home to him his own insignificance”.