IT HAS COME!

[Holsety]

I typed this up and sent it to a friend of mine, but I figure you guys might enjoy it too. I am over analyzing for the sake of humor.

It's only a single tome, but as I place it cover side up on my bed, I can feel a great strain being taken off of my wrists - a strain of perhaps 10 pounds of paper, along with just a bit of binding glue; though it was bought used, the cover shows only a minuscule amount of wear - though it would never be mistaken as new, knowing the damage you (and others) tend to do by simply turning the pages, it looks like it's never been read - the shadowed visage of a man - not a human, yet clearly plagued with divers feelings common to human existence - sitting alone on a throne inlaid with more gold than his body, only accentuates the feeling of solitude the book gets across. Unlike a typical fantasy book cover, the image is (well, almost) gestalt, unable to be broken down - any sort of surrounding detail is absent, hardly a trait one can ascribe to Erikson's writings (indeed, without surrounding details Erikson might not be so much goddamn fun).

It measures 2 inches from front cover to back - within that space, some 900 pages are contained, in my opinion a fairly small amount. I've read dover thrift editions, only a few millimeters in length, which contain some 240 pages. Indeed, the pages are thick; it doesn't even strain my rather weak eyes to see the edges of the page if I hold them perpendicular(ish) to my face. The spine measures 8 inches, and from the binding to the opening-edge of the book, another 5 inches; in total, the book contains 1300 ccs of space - if it contained neurons, it'd contain about as much information as my brain, or yours (humans are around 1345 ccs IIRC). Well, considering me, and considering you, perhaps a good deal more, but suffice to say Erikson in single novels creates works roughly equivalent to the human brain in complexity (ok not really but still).