From reading all of the comments, it appears to me that the book is very likely to be comprised of
mostly prewritten material that didn't make the cutting room floor (like most of my posts LOL) of Shadow of Freedom. I suspect that Shadow of Freedom had to be edited significantly and there's no way RFC wanted to lose those words and thoughts.
AND... likewise, somewhere during the herculean task of writing the knee-baby to Shadow of Victory, it
also became too monstrous of a beast's tail to hold onto, and got snipped, perhaps too eagerly, perhaps too zealously, perhaps too unavoidably and perhaps too hastily. (Screaming fans and deadlines being what
we are.)
I've often wondered how an author can keep tabs on his many characters, worlds and settings and still maintain that
edge which comes from his being a fan of his own work as well. Just as his or her fans, an author is NOT immune to the excitement created in his own world and the need to see it wrapped up and brought to its inexorable fruition, all else being equal — unless he doesn't. Especially with the responsibility of so many other characters and worlds and settings from other series invading his every waking and sleeping minute.
However, with so many other worlds from so many other of his works advancing on his thoughts and interests, sleeping and waking hours, how does an author fuel continued interest? Not interest to simply complete the series, but genuinely authentic interest in the characters themselves, where he bleeds along with his readers when one of his characters simply
has to die — perhaps to support the weight of a not so particularly desirable yet inevitable responsibility to the plot, or because the plot itself has conspired agin said character and to not heed that truth becomes war porn.
How does an author remain on the edge of his own seat, also as a fan, with his mind playing out the scene to be written, that must be written, in his head — not being able to wait any longer to write it than his fans would want him too?
Until reading these snippets, I was secure in the knowledge that at the end of the day, Honor Harrington will survive to live out her remaining days with her loved ones, truly earning that... honor.
However, with a particular (snipped) portion of RFC's previous post, I'm now more worried than a lone hyena having wandered into a hungry den of lions...
runsforcelery wrote:In answer to your point about showing a trace of conscience, his conscience is directed towards members of the Alignment (particularly inside the onion) and other citizens --- full citizens --- of Mesa. On the other hand, I don't think I've ever shown you a scene in which he's
oblivious to the cost to any others who he considers to be "
people" as opposed to game pieces. He truly values human life . . . as long as it belongs to people who belong to "his" core loyalty group. And he doesn't exactly
exult on killing just about anyone.
(He would willingly make an exception for that in HH's case, of course! )
Bold is mine.This little emboldened source of my latest anxiety doesn't
necessarily mean anything at all. I know. But RFC never really promised not to
ever send Harrington to the breakers. And this will be the last book. And "David Weber"
did originally want to kill off our beloved Salamander. Perhaps because she wouldn't socket into his planned direction of the remaining 'Verse.
I've got such a sinking suspicion and a foreboding of pain in the pit of my stomach. And it isn't from just eating too much of my wife's delicious spaghetti.
At any rate. Let me clear my throat 'ahem' ...
Don't do it David. Don't do it. Let her live. Please allow Honor Harrington to see her kids grow up. She deserves it. Those who love her, in and outta the 'Verse deserve it. And I deserve it. I love her. I love her you hear me? And if she dies in the final book, I'll become a broken shell of a "fictioner." Broken, you hear me? Simply broken!To wrap up my own post, editing what may, I can live with this book failing in many of the things I'd like to have come to past, as long as the final book shows that
this book was just a foreshadowing of an utter stupendous and monstrous read to come. How fitting would the end of the series be if it were a huuuuge masterpiece? 100 chapters, as 99-1/2 just won't do, of everything we ever wanted to see, know, hear, feel and experience - within
reasonable reason, of course?
Besides, a big fat
meaty final offering will look just great on my nice shiny bookshelf. I'll go and prepare a place for her. Okay RFC?
And... okay?
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