umney's last case

[wally wonder]

hi. read this story again. this one is good. i like how it operates. dreamscape or nightmare? i guess that depends on who is answering the question. landry or umney. or the reader? too bad we can't hack into other minds. would have to check out another thread on the mb, one to do with the tower, and see how some stack up on this one. a story that says something about the act of writing, all the possibilities. of all sk's stories about writers, maybe the dark half comes close to making a connection for me.

anyone read anything remotely like umney's last case, not-sk?

landry's white hair. makes one wonder about the coming of the white. what are the chances that a big brush with a blob of white gunk on the end reached down out of the sky and began to dab you? or one of those big pink erasers?

[arsepoetica]

If SK were a musician instead of a writer, Nightmares and Dreamscapes would be his album of cover songs. Here is one more example of how he can do just about anything, including adopting the style of Raymond Chandler, Lovecraft, Doyle, and just about anyone else at will.

[omm poppa mow mow]

Here you are being obtuse again, wally. I suspect that is why this thread saw but one post, and that one post after you had the Moderator delete your account.
Next time, try for clarity. Could be, too, that brevity, more of it, is wanting here.

[Pucker]

for me.

anyone read anything remotely like umney's last case, not-sk?

The same premise permeates Zack Helms' surprising (to me) Stranger than Fiction, in which Will Ferrell believes he is losing his mind when he starts to hear what turns out to be a narrator's voice in his head and ultimately discovers -- like Umney -- that he is a character in a story and (very nearly) powerless to steer away from his impending doom. A bit of a (pleasant) departure for Will Ferrell, and well worth your time. Outstanding performances from Emma Thompson as the chain-smoking, perennially blocked author, and obtuse literary scholar Dustin Hoffman.

Three of five U.N.C.L.E. sweaters on the Pucker scale.



And please . . . stop talking to yourself Bluey.