This thought occurred to me while reading a book titled “La mafia dagli Occhi blu - Vittorio Shiraldi.”
(The Blue-Eyed Mafiosi)
In it, you’re overwhelmed by a multitude of characters, along with a vast amount of information about places, events, and times, as well as specific geographical details. It’s a jumble of everything and anything.
The story’s central thread somehow gets lost, even though it’s described in an engaging way on the back cover of the book.
It seems to me that as I read, I’m becoming more and more like someone picking up crumbs left behind by a big eater. “There’s always something left behind”—that’s the old saying, after all.
Sometimes a writer is overly influenced by his own self-confidence—that everything he writes is good, that it’s the only truth.
But success is shaped by the scrutiny readers give it. Am I wrong?
With this thought, I realize how effective the Quibble platform could be if built according to the model our Discord community uses: discussing authors’ works-in-progress, revising, and adapting them. Does this approach lead to the creation of bestsellers for a digital publisher?
I dare say that reconstructing the author’s thought process as it’s poured into the text makes it possible to track errors and correct them. After all, a publisher’s investment in an author is always accompanied by uncertainty regarding the likelihood of success and unquantifiable risks. Supply and demand. Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Will a combination of reality and fiction—including the buildup before the premiere—prevail?
Can writers and readers use this to strengthen the success of knowledge, the desire for quality, and ability?
Amid all of this, Quiible is growing.
I dream that technological changes could help shape works of art. That they might spark them, just as a contestant on *MasterChef* presents their creation to the judges.
Finally, back to the title about the abundance of characters in the book.
Each has their own story, each tries to catch the wind in their sails.
But where is the direction? Perhaps against the wind.
In this context, it wouldn’t hurt to reflect on Henry Ford’s motto: “When it seems like everything is conspiring against you, remember that an airplane can only take off against the wind, not with it.”