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behind in California where she was visiting him for the first time. ) She hugged him and left to go back home and then found a letter in her duffle and just fell apart.The pregnant potential of that letter sends Raleigh into a spiral of despair and doubt and questioning life and its meaning and everything.Everyone’s got their reasons, their biases, their preconceived notions. At any rate, the four kids dialogue in a cadence unknown in everyday teen conversation.While they speak in that arbitrary selection of rejoinders that don’t really say much but fill up space nicely (though not unique to teens, this repartee was certainly a large part of my own teen years), their speech flits back and forth with a fluidity possible only by following a practiced script.
After a while, I wasn’t even sure whether I had liked the book in the first place. Look, I still don’t think Watchmen is among the greatest comics of all time.
It’s fun, winsome, entertaining, and not remotely realistic. And now I want to cry again.” And “I get thoughts like: I look in the mirror and I don’t belong there. Stephanie looks bold and bouncy and fresh and normal, and I look like something else.
Lost at Sea, in this way, seems to have been the proving ground for Scott Pilgrim's later enjoyment of the dialogical style. Too long, too stringy, too pasty, too squarish, kind of inhuman.” All that sounds dead-on like something a kid in high school might write if he or she were of the particular kind of disposition possessed by Raleigh.
(It’s easier with comics than with prose fiction, obviously.) But with buckets of Lost-at-Sea-related negativity sloshing viscerally from one end of the internet to the other, my anticipation for the book began to wane.
I chalked it up to my having first read the book in a vulnerable emotional state—despite not actually remembering what state I had been in when I had read Lost at Sea (but I mean, I had to be in some sort of unreasonable condition to have enjoyed so much a book that everyone seems to hate). So embarrassed that it was even taking up space on my shelf.
Maybe they’re different than we are and experience things differently than we do?