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Jul. 8th, 2007 08:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spokeIt is a rare and wonderful thing to read a book and recognize the ...influence? Literary ancestry? of one already read. To come upon a passage and know that you have been here before, because the author of the first book surely read this one.
So I come to Gormenghast and recognize Otherland's 'House' world; so I read Steerpike with wary eyes that have little to do with Peake's vicious foreshadowing, and nearly everything to do with Dread and the twinned sociopath minds at work.
Except Dread was a rotting morass of wounded feelings feeding upon themselves, and as far as I've yet read, Steerpike is far closer to being emotionless.
Of course I hate the bastard now, as I am reading planning to burn the library. I can only hope (vainly I'm sure) that the little monster gets caught in the fire.
So I come to Gormenghast and recognize Otherland's 'House' world; so I read Steerpike with wary eyes that have little to do with Peake's vicious foreshadowing, and nearly everything to do with Dread and the twinned sociopath minds at work.
Except Dread was a rotting morass of wounded feelings feeding upon themselves, and as far as I've yet read, Steerpike is far closer to being emotionless.
Of course I hate the bastard now, as I am reading planning to burn the library. I can only hope (vainly I'm sure) that the little monster gets caught in the fire.
