One of my favorite things about reading, whether fiction or non, is when the author puts something into words that I've never been able to myself. For example, from the aforementioned Nowhere Man, on the subject of stereotypes:
"...no one around, except a square-shouldered man in a dark suit, a cubical jaw, dark sunglasses, a gadget in his ear, his hands lethal weapons - exactly how I had imagined a presidential bodyguard. I get a kick out of meeting someone who is a cliche embodied. That produces a pleasant feeling of a world completed, of everything arranging itself without any of my involvement, yet not veering out of control."I dislike being stereotyped yet enjoy encountering them or at least perceiving them that way. Weird? Posted by Rob at July 13, 2005 6:38 PM | TrackBack