WY: You can call my new psuedo-boyfriend elitist. But you say you have a crush on him, so we’ll move on. You can practically see Binet seething from the page, can’t you? And if this wasn’t such an entertaining read, I’d definitely be accusing this nice French fellow of a rather elitist, condescending pomposity. It’s because people like that, forever messing with historical truth just to sell their stories…” But more bothersome to fiction fans, I think, is his refusal to be “fictional.” Here’s Binet’s justification for why he won’t make up details: “Everyone finds it normal, fudging reality to make a screenplay more dramatic, or adding coherence to the narrative of a character whose real path probably included too many random ups and downs, insufficiently loaded with significance. I personally think this is brilliant, as the humor (aforementioned “pussy hound”) somehow helps me to remember that this was an actual human being he was writing about.Ĭan you see this bothering purists (not of the kind we’re reading, but of the genre kind)? Like you mentioned, it is impossible not to think of Binet while reading, considering he inserts himself into the narrative. I’m struggling a little with the fact that this is a book about a horrendous monster, yet I am excited to get back to my crush each time I pick it up. Wallace Yovetich: Honestly? I kind of went head over heels for Binet… his casual yet intelligent style of writing (and wit) put me in major crush mode.
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