his dark materials
Just finished the trilogy.
With the books focusing so much on Will and Lyra, the ending really brings up in me a melancholic feeling. Like the bittersweet tale where different people have different opinions at the very end.
Only pity i feel is the fact Pullman seems to be trying to sell some idea with this book. Interlaced within the text are snippets and statements that might not fit and even where they do, it seems like hes trying to give you a belief, to impose it on you.
It is not so much Anti-Christ as it is Sci-Fi-Fantasy. While references to the church and depictions of the bible and angels and sin and lust and battle do seem almost like insults to Christianity, that is merely a means to an end. It is with this familiarity that the book jumps out and makes some sense. Where the theory of dust is linked to dark matter and where quantum theory and angels seems relevant all of a sudden.
For i'd say that if there is a God, he/she/it'd be a big quantam function linking every particle and anti-particle in the growing universe, and whether it is God that is expanding the borders or the Universe is pulling God along by quantum inseparability, we wouldn't and would never know. And all his angels would be smaller functions, with their ranking based on complicity and efficiency of the function.
As a last note, with the introduction of the peace-loving, completely open-minded Mulefa, it was a jolting reminder of humanity's ever zealous streak towards skepticism and violence and distrust. For when the human Mary Malone stepped into a world of intelligent, backbone-less elephants, the latter welcomed her and taught her their language with kindness and patience. And when other tribes came they were all so trusting and calm towards her. In our world now, if such a creature arrived, even if it were received by the kindest people to exchange cultures and interact, there would be hordes of angry, stubborn, overzealous rioters hounding it, screaming blasphemy and monstrosity and freak. Like in Dracula, or Frankenstein, or even when the first real voyages were made in our reality - where the red Indians were annihilated, or the Africans treated like animals, and so on.
I don't really like it when books, especially trilogies or longer, end. Since i know the stories finished, and i can't do anything about it, and there will be no more twists or revelations even as the characters have whole lives of experience ahead of them. Damn, I'm falling into a book-induced minor depression again.
With the books focusing so much on Will and Lyra, the ending really brings up in me a melancholic feeling. Like the bittersweet tale where different people have different opinions at the very end.
Only pity i feel is the fact Pullman seems to be trying to sell some idea with this book. Interlaced within the text are snippets and statements that might not fit and even where they do, it seems like hes trying to give you a belief, to impose it on you.
It is not so much Anti-Christ as it is Sci-Fi-Fantasy. While references to the church and depictions of the bible and angels and sin and lust and battle do seem almost like insults to Christianity, that is merely a means to an end. It is with this familiarity that the book jumps out and makes some sense. Where the theory of dust is linked to dark matter and where quantum theory and angels seems relevant all of a sudden.
For i'd say that if there is a God, he/she/it'd be a big quantam function linking every particle and anti-particle in the growing universe, and whether it is God that is expanding the borders or the Universe is pulling God along by quantum inseparability, we wouldn't and would never know. And all his angels would be smaller functions, with their ranking based on complicity and efficiency of the function.
As a last note, with the introduction of the peace-loving, completely open-minded Mulefa, it was a jolting reminder of humanity's ever zealous streak towards skepticism and violence and distrust. For when the human Mary Malone stepped into a world of intelligent, backbone-less elephants, the latter welcomed her and taught her their language with kindness and patience. And when other tribes came they were all so trusting and calm towards her. In our world now, if such a creature arrived, even if it were received by the kindest people to exchange cultures and interact, there would be hordes of angry, stubborn, overzealous rioters hounding it, screaming blasphemy and monstrosity and freak. Like in Dracula, or Frankenstein, or even when the first real voyages were made in our reality - where the red Indians were annihilated, or the Africans treated like animals, and so on.
I don't really like it when books, especially trilogies or longer, end. Since i know the stories finished, and i can't do anything about it, and there will be no more twists or revelations even as the characters have whole lives of experience ahead of them. Damn, I'm falling into a book-induced minor depression again.
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