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Reviews For: Netherworld

Rozovian G 2006-03-05 ch 3,	abuseAll right... too tired to mark spelling errors, couldn't even spot 'em, so.. :) I still don't like the style, but it works well here. Characters are ok, Sam, evidently, the most real and the others feel like extras in his life, but... it works. Still makes me care enough about Edward and Chloe. Also, you've got language, which it probably requires, but it's a little 20. What year is it, really, and wouldn't the language have changed, slightly? Not that it really matters. (had fun at Sam's fear of snow :D) Islamic something... yeah, this is cool. A whole bunch of new governments and alliances and such... I'm getting hooked on this, too bad you're at 3 chapters only. Still writing this? And sunearth? and... er... well, you know I want to read more now. :) So, nice job, at least for an 02:26 reader from some random european country who's just had his computer frelled... ahem it's... good. I like it. Keep at it. :)
La-rose-de-soleil 2006-02-23 ch 3,	abuseI have to know what happens next...so UPDATE! It's really good, I like the security-camera style narration.
Tim Stillman 2006-02-23 ch 1, anon.	abuseBrilliant. First of all, the style of writing. I've not seen writing like this since, and better than, The Anderson Tapes in which a gang of thieves were recorded on film, on mike, on police reports, all put together to form a novel in and of itself-an incredible feat of ledgerdomain, without any central narrative, and you Dreamshell have done this so very well, have pushed it further than the book did, have made it your own. I mention the Sanders novel, not to compare, but because both have taken my breath away, at the depth, not of a conceit or a novelty, but a brilliant style of writing that is yours and yours alone in such unique ways far beyond The Anderson Tapes. That it works so well as a screen play is also excellent. With a diary, with dialogue, with snips of tape and camera views, you have facilitated a full and rich and giddily exciting novel from the outside in. Except for the transdcripts, we see this from the outside, and what is the outside? The colony. The inside of the world. The claustrophibic heart of life these people have always known. And if this is the interior, their world, it can be seen as their interior as well, therefore we see the heart of a being, the caverns, and the corpuscles inside that being, the people. Always the need to rebel, the need to make it out there to the snow and the cold and the insect seeming things, all a dream, all a too real reality, and when the outide is first seen and experienced, it is so liberating to read it, to experience it myself. I felt as though I had come from a closed in box. This could be a cold work. This could be something that is slickly scientific and without a human being at its core, and I commend you for not doing that. I doubt really if you would be able to. There is always in the future, in the now, the still human being who will one day act. Sometone who had has their head banged against the wall too many times. Someone who has been told to stand in a corner and watch life go on round him, for silly reasons, or for no reasons at all, or for insane reasons. It is the need to ask why? It is the need to get through the day without once thinking of getting home and getting something cold to drink and snorzing (I made that word up of course) in front of the 87 inch TV screen--it is saying these are not rights for them alone. They are not gods. That they have no right to push us around. And I see Samuel as someone who is curious, who uses the brain he was given, who finds courage, who says ok maybe I'll be locked out there in the white cold world all by myself, or with the white furry things, but to do so, to be able to sing an insectal song again, isn't it worth it? Even if I've lost love? But how could love exist in such a hot house arrangement anyway? There are so many good things in this work, Dreamshell, and it like the other two works I've read by you reminds me of how science fiction should be, how it hasn't been for a while...daring, brave, cunning if need be, screaming hey look at what we are doing to ourselves and letting be done to us? Why does it have to be that way? I keep thinking of a scene from Abby Mann's JUDGMENT AT NUREMBERG that this story brings back to me--a judge is being questioned on the witness stang for his part in war crimes of the Hitler days--he says, we only put some men in prison for no reason because we were told to do it, a few sacrifices are needed to be made in order that Germany grow back from the doldrums of the last lost war and the depression, they would not be in there long. Those men we turned in. And we gave away only a few of our rights. Just a few. To Hitler. They would be given back when we were through with the little dictator. We had things in control. We had things in control. We knew what we were doing.As do those who know best in Netherworld. A perfect title. A perfect story. A play. An insight. A movie. A collection of parts woven together as a most unique story, an exceedingly hard thing to do, but being the writer you are, I am hardly surprised. These things are what your works mean to me. If good writing makes the reader reflect, this is good writing you have done.
Rozovian G 2006-01-09 ch 1,	abuse-- Recording commenced. -- Okay... Not until near the end of this chapter did I start seeing why you needed my 'cool' music. :) Can't say I like the style, but the story's kind'a gotten a grip on me. It feels a little like the Island, if you've seen it. Anyway, your character work is a little shallow, only Sam feels real enough. The sides of a coin... Whoever writes the journal we know the best, and everyone else are extras in his or her life... His relation to Chloe reminded me of my life a little. Sure, I don't work mining operations and haven't gotten as much of a life as he seems to have... It just sprang the thought. Anyway... gotta check back when I'm a little more clearheaded. Didn't sleep very much last night, so... Wait, that sounds familiar, why do you keep writing like this? :P Stuff I connect with stuff in my own life, I mean, Sam mentioned a sleeping pr...! -- Recording interrupted. --
poet tree 2006-01-04 ch 3,	abuseUpdate, please.

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