I often wonder if Neal Stephenson is capable of a small thought. His new book is so large, both in size and scope that it looks like the second coming of Michener with a brain and a point. And continues to surprise.
Seriously, I wonder if he wakes up and wonders simple things, like you and me. “Should I have eggs or Cocoa Puffs today? Why does the dog have gas?”
Sometimes I doubt it. Sometimes I think he only thinks in wikis, cyphers, viruses and obscure philosophers. He makes Bruce Sterling and William Gibson look like intellectual Laruel and Hardys. And yet . . . I want to be Neal Stephenson. At least for an hour. Just to feel the power. It would be like switching from a Nissan to a rocket. The power would be overwhelming.
Alas and alack, I do not believe there is a tiny door into the mind of Mr. Stephenson.
And if there were, I certainly would not be able to gain admittance.
No comments:
Post a Comment