Post by rorschalk on Sept 4, 2023 13:47:33 GMT
Dear Ms. VC
Salud! You're onto the next level of capital discrimination by dint of Rockefeller's "Don't let 'perfect' be the enemy of 'good'" summation regarding your venture. Here's the full transcript.
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Post by rockefeller 22 minutes ago (7:24 mountain standard time, September 4, 2023)
Often I'll read a cap's first few paragraphs as soon as it lands on my desk, even if I don't have time, just to see what I'm in for. I read all the way to page 12 of Smith's "The Sculptor" about a week ago, before un-bussed tables, bus tubs of dirty dishes and a row of uncooked chits saw Ms. Rocks finally drag me away from it. I liked the snappy character descriptions and sharp jabber. Also, totally grokking to its cynicism re social media and the ways of the art world didn't hurt. Feast or famine, mostly the latter. I remember reading a thing by Oates where the MC is always trying to determine who she has to fuck in various social venues in order to get published, and which (having never fucked her myself but having tried to read some of her work) I suspect is at least a little autobiographical (as good writing often is). Maybe because I did most of my psychedelics in the 70's, or because I listen mostly to background commercial radio, I find music today, by and large, godawful. And writing? Sometimes it seems like belonging to the correct minority trumps one's ability to craft. One thing I like about this zine is that no one here (as far as I know) cares what color you are, where you're from, what's wrong with you or what your sexual orientations or preferred pronouns are. All we care about is your story. And I liked this story of a young sculptor who makes a pact with the metaphorical devil, exchanging his free will and freedom for fame. I did find the beginning more compelling than the finish. Snappier somehow. I'm guessing the last 10 pages were written several times faster than the first 10. It's rare for me to want more dialog, but this VC knows how to craft the chatter. The POV wanders between the sculptor and his handler to the point I'm almost not sure whose story it is. But perfection is subjective, and not a requirement in any case, at least down here on the Floor. Good is enough. And this one is more than good enough to rise to the Terminal. I am, as I imagine the VC is also, eager to read these animals' thoughts on it.
Salud! You're onto the next level of capital discrimination by dint of Rockefeller's "Don't let 'perfect' be the enemy of 'good'" summation regarding your venture. Here's the full transcript.
*****
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Post by rockefeller 22 minutes ago (7:24 mountain standard time, September 4, 2023)
Often I'll read a cap's first few paragraphs as soon as it lands on my desk, even if I don't have time, just to see what I'm in for. I read all the way to page 12 of Smith's "The Sculptor" about a week ago, before un-bussed tables, bus tubs of dirty dishes and a row of uncooked chits saw Ms. Rocks finally drag me away from it. I liked the snappy character descriptions and sharp jabber. Also, totally grokking to its cynicism re social media and the ways of the art world didn't hurt. Feast or famine, mostly the latter. I remember reading a thing by Oates where the MC is always trying to determine who she has to fuck in various social venues in order to get published, and which (having never fucked her myself but having tried to read some of her work) I suspect is at least a little autobiographical (as good writing often is). Maybe because I did most of my psychedelics in the 70's, or because I listen mostly to background commercial radio, I find music today, by and large, godawful. And writing? Sometimes it seems like belonging to the correct minority trumps one's ability to craft. One thing I like about this zine is that no one here (as far as I know) cares what color you are, where you're from, what's wrong with you or what your sexual orientations or preferred pronouns are. All we care about is your story. And I liked this story of a young sculptor who makes a pact with the metaphorical devil, exchanging his free will and freedom for fame. I did find the beginning more compelling than the finish. Snappier somehow. I'm guessing the last 10 pages were written several times faster than the first 10. It's rare for me to want more dialog, but this VC knows how to craft the chatter. The POV wanders between the sculptor and his handler to the point I'm almost not sure whose story it is. But perfection is subjective, and not a requirement in any case, at least down here on the Floor. Good is enough. And this one is more than good enough to rise to the Terminal. I am, as I imagine the VC is also, eager to read these animals' thoughts on it.