The Red Hall of the 4th floor of the Seattle Public Library is a transitory and illusory place for me. The aesthetic of this place, so purposefully artistic, succeeds in taking my psyche to another world and confounds and delights my senses. It’s like a portal between dimensions.
My writer friends and I were discussing pros and cons of fictional fantasy worlds tonight.
Do you prefer a book that is written in an earth-like world with a few otherworldly characters or a world with alien parameters and characters that fit only within that world?