For the love of words

For the love of words

Come inside and meet the prologue.
It is dark inside the prologue. Dark and cool and welcoming.
Whatever is to come, the prologue welcomes you absolutely,
accepts you unconditionally,
receives you graciously, providing all that is necessary to endure the rest.

The prologue is patient.
She has been told often that she is wholly unnecessary, a growth upon the story that the wise doctor must cut off.
She has time and again found the doors to more fashionable establishments closed to her, while tables are set with candles and crystal for a top-hatted in medias res, a pedigreed murder at midnight, a well hemmed musical number.
This does not trouble the prologue.
She was fashionable when plays still began with sacrifices – and if you catch her in her cups, she will tell you that any show that builds straight into the action without a brace of heifers burning centre front it still strikes her as a rather tawdry affair.

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From ‘Radiance’ by Catherine M. Valente

It’s been a while since I was last so completely overwhelmed by the beauty of an author’s writing, but this introduction to Catherine M Valente’s book Radiance restored my faith in the power of the written word.

I have no idea what the rest of the book was like, but I can say this tiny simple above continued on in the same wonderful, graceful style for the entire first chapter, which is all I’ve read so far.

Will I be reading the rest of the book. Yes
Will I rush straight to this book, discarding the one I’m currently reading along with the one I’d planned to read next? Its tempting, but I suspect I’ll enjoy this book even more if I force myself to wait a little while before reading it.

I reserve the right to change my mind on this last point!