Hello Gemma, Michael Ripley here. I read Every Angel last-night and enjoyed the ride. There is something oddly New Crobuzon-ish about the Toronto you've painted. Though I've read a bit of Lovecraft and Barker - even some Stephen King in my teens - I haven't read much of what one would term horror. Your writing has whetted my appetite and inspired me to look into the genre again. One question about the plot: Is the conceit that the blue lady heard Bob pray and let herself be caught? Did she feel the Gaoler v Prisoner dynamic was needed for her and Bob to "connect" in a way he would find authentic? Did he need the illusion of control in order to confide in her? I found myself wondering why she hadn't just come crashing through his window one Sunday morning and dragged him up to the erie for a chat.
BTW: I would have bought one of your collections, if I had the money. As it turns out, I gave you my very last dollar. Your pitch was nicely delivered though. I only felt slightly duped. Given I enjoyed the story, I'd gladly be duped again.
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Date: 2006-09-08 12:39 am (UTC)Michael Ripley here. I read Every Angel last-night and enjoyed the ride. There is something oddly New Crobuzon-ish about the Toronto you've painted. Though I've read a bit of Lovecraft and Barker - even some Stephen King in my teens - I haven't read much of what one would term horror. Your writing has whetted my appetite and inspired me to look into the genre again. One question about the plot: Is the conceit that the blue lady heard Bob pray and let herself be caught? Did she feel the Gaoler v Prisoner dynamic was needed for her and Bob to "connect" in a way he would find authentic? Did he need the illusion of control in order to confide in her? I found myself wondering why she hadn't just come crashing through his window one Sunday morning and dragged him up to the erie for a chat.
BTW: I would have bought one of your collections, if I had the money. As it turns out, I gave you my very last dollar. Your pitch was nicely delivered though. I only felt slightly duped. Given I enjoyed the story, I'd gladly be duped again.