I can't stand when new-age TV shows attempt to attribute prophetical qualities to different authors; for example, when they state that Jules Verne came from the future, that he was the reincarnation of Nostradamus or that a deity dictated his narrative.
Is it really that difficult to admit that the writer had talent? Why do they find so hard to accept human creativity?
(Pardon me. I didn’t intend to turn these sentences into a humanist speech.)
This is my documented Saturday, May 17, 2009. A day I spent in Austin, Texas with Arthur. And it was indeed fantastic. And you are invited to relive it with us!