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I suspect there aren't. Please write the book while you learn about it, and we can all have it. Thanks! (I'm a strong believer in writing the books yourself th

I suspect there aren't. Please write the book while you learn about it, and we can all have it. Thanks! (I'm a strong believer in writing the books yourself that you really would love, but don't exist.)

DonHopkins 7y ago
If you don't have the time to write whole books yourself, you can just write fictitious reviews and criticisms of books that don't actually exist, touching on all the best parts and ignoring the rest. And nobody will be able to contradict you! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanis%C5%82aw_Lem%27s_fictitious_criticism_of_nonexistent_books https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanis%C5%82aw_Lem%27s_fictiti... >Stanisław Lem's fictitious criticism of nonexistent books >Stanisław Lem's fictitious criticism of nonexistent books may be found in his following works: in three collections of faux reviews of fictional books: A Perfect Vacuum (Doskonała próżnia, 1971), Provocation (Prowokacja, 1984), and Library of 21st Century (Biblioteka XXI wieku, 1986) translated as One Human Minute, and in Imaginary Magnitude (Wielkość Urojona, 1973), a collection of introductions to nonexistent books. >While reviewing nonexistent books, a modern form of pseudepigraphy, Stanisław Lem attempted to create different fictional reviewers and authors for each of the books. In his own words: "I tried to imitate various styles – that of a book review, a lecture, a presentation, a speech (of a Nobel Prize laureate) and so on". Some of the reviews are lighthearted, concentrating mostly on the story; others, however, read more like serious, academic reviews. Some of the reviews are parodies, or the books being reviewed are parodies or complete impossibilities, others are quite serious and can be seen almost as drafts for novels that Lem never got around to write. Lem wrote: "With years passing a great impatience grew in me. It would be a hard work to convert ideas into narration, and that was one of the main reasons I went for such cruel abridgements of the books". Lem was not alone in passing through this kind of crisis: examples abound of works planned by literary celebrities, but never completed. Lem also remarked that he was eventually convinced that writing summaries and introductions enabled him to save time on producing things of importance, namely, his modeling experiments, compared to full-blown literary efforts, most of which would have constituted mundane craftsmanship. [...] >One Minute >The reviewed faux book is alleged to be a collection of statistical tables, a compilation that includes everything that happens to human life on the planet within any given 60 second period. Reviewing it, Lem expresses his fascination with this project and points out its inherent flaw. He notes that these tables show "far more statistical evidence of human evil (murders, rapes, starving children) than of human decency". At the same time he remarks that it is impossible to measure "filial or maternal love", or to "gauge the heat of lovers' passions", or to register "those acts of kindness whose authors wished to remain anonymous."
- yesenadam 7y ago
  Thank you! Gee, that's such a brilliant idea. I must try it. If Chesterton's Mr McCabe (from On Mr. McCabe and a Divine Frivolity[0] in Heretics) had never existed, it would make little difference. It's just an excuse to say what he wants to say. ...criticism of the highest kind...treats the work of art simply as a starting-point for a new creation. It does not confine itself...to discovering the real intention of the artist and accepting that as final. And in this it is right, for the meaning of any beautiful created thing is, at least, as much in the soul of him who looks at it, as it was in his soul who wrought it. Nay, it is rather the beholder who lends to the beautiful thing its myriad meanings, and makes it marvellous for us, and sets it in some new relation to the age, so that it becomes a vital portion of our lives, and a symbol of what we pray for, or perhaps of what, having prayed for, we fear that we may receive. – Wilde, The Critic As Artist [0] http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks13/1301191h.html#ch16 http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks13/1301191h.html#ch16 Edit: I've 'borrowed' A Perfect Vacuum from archive.org, thanks! Also, I've hardly read any Borges, but that Borges fake review of a novel which is identical with Don Quixote but totally different is one of the funniest things I've read. http://www.coldbacon.com/writing/borges-quixote.html http://www.coldbacon.com/writing/borges-quixote.html

DonHopkins 7y ago

If you don't have the time to write whole books yourself, you can just write fictitious reviews and criticisms of books that don't actually exist, touching on all the best parts and ignoring the rest. And nobody will be able to contradict you! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanis%C5%82aw_Lem%27s_fictitious_criticism_of_nonexistent_books https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanis%C5%82aw_Lem%27s_fictiti... >Stanisław Lem's fictitious criticism of nonexistent books >Stanisław Lem's fictitious criticism of nonexistent books may be found in his following works: in three collections of faux reviews of fictional books: A Perfect Vacuum (Doskonała próżnia, 1971), Provocation (Prowokacja, 1984), and Library of 21st Century (Biblioteka XXI wieku, 1986) translated as One Human Minute, and in Imaginary Magnitude (Wielkość Urojona, 1973), a collection of introductions to nonexistent books. >While reviewing nonexistent books, a modern form of pseudepigraphy, Stanisław Lem attempted to create different fictional reviewers and authors for each of the books. In his own words: "I tried to imitate various styles – that of a book review, a lecture, a presentation, a speech (of a Nobel Prize laureate) and so on". Some of the reviews are lighthearted, concentrating mostly on the story; others, however, read more like serious, academic reviews. Some of the reviews are parodies, or the books being reviewed are parodies or complete impossibilities, others are quite serious and can be seen almost as drafts for novels that Lem never got around to write. Lem wrote: "With years passing a great impatience grew in me. It would be a hard work to convert ideas into narration, and that was one of the main reasons I went for such cruel abridgements of the books". Lem was not alone in passing through this kind of crisis: examples abound of works planned by literary celebrities, but never completed. Lem also remarked that he was eventually convinced that writing summaries and introductions enabled him to save time on producing things of importance, namely, his modeling experiments, compared to full-blown literary efforts, most of which would have constituted mundane craftsmanship. [...] >One Minute >The reviewed faux book is alleged to be a collection of statistical tables, a compilation that includes everything that happens to human life on the planet within any given 60 second period. Reviewing it, Lem expresses his fascination with this project and points out its inherent flaw. He notes that these tables show "far more statistical evidence of human evil (murders, rapes, starving children) than of human decency". At the same time he remarks that it is impossible to measure "filial or maternal love", or to "gauge the heat of lovers' passions", or to register "those acts of kindness whose authors wished to remain anonymous."

yesenadam 7y ago
Thank you! Gee, that's such a brilliant idea. I must try it. If Chesterton's Mr McCabe (from On Mr. McCabe and a Divine Frivolity[0] in Heretics) had never existed, it would make little difference. It's just an excuse to say what he wants to say. ...criticism of the highest kind...treats the work of art simply as a starting-point for a new creation. It does not confine itself...to discovering the real intention of the artist and accepting that as final. And in this it is right, for the meaning of any beautiful created thing is, at least, as much in the soul of him who looks at it, as it was in his soul who wrought it. Nay, it is rather the beholder who lends to the beautiful thing its myriad meanings, and makes it marvellous for us, and sets it in some new relation to the age, so that it becomes a vital portion of our lives, and a symbol of what we pray for, or perhaps of what, having prayed for, we fear that we may receive. – Wilde, The Critic As Artist [0] http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks13/1301191h.html#ch16 http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks13/1301191h.html#ch16 Edit: I've 'borrowed' A Perfect Vacuum from archive.org, thanks! Also, I've hardly read any Borges, but that Borges fake review of a novel which is identical with Don Quixote but totally different is one of the funniest things I've read. http://www.coldbacon.com/writing/borges-quixote.html http://www.coldbacon.com/writing/borges-quixote.html