A thought: It's fascinating how much our response to art (to anything really, but art in particular, because it requires so much subjectivity to process) is influenced by our context at the time.
Random musing, on reading a book in the Elantra series [1]. It is quite a competent example of its ilk (a mashup of sorts of the High Fantasy and Urban Fantasy subgenres) but my response to it was coloured by my recollections of the earlier books in the series, which I found quite hallucinatory, due to the somewhat surreal events going on in my life at the time. I had plunged into this series, and read 8 books of it back to back, in an attempt to distract myself while spending a couple of weeks camped out in a hospital keeping vigil for my dad, who was in a stroke-related coma. Reading the latest piece of the series brought back a jumbled rush of impressions. Very powerful. And now I am reminded of one of our departed members, Ramu Narayan, on a similar topic [2]. Care to share any other experiences of this kind that you've had, folks? Udhay [1] https://www.goodreads.com/series/40454-chronicles-of-elantra [2] https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/silk-list/conversations/messages/3455 -- ((Udhay Shankar N)) ((udhay @ pobox.com)) ((www.digeratus.com))
