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I'm confident that I've same it before, but, if not, I'll say it here. I am forcefully convinced that your noesis is a totally key part both to your quality of life, and, to your knack to - in equilibrium - efficaciously carry off your Chronic Illness!

And, next to this in mind, my direction is to cultivate hobbies. Within your hobbies, call to mind to quota next to others, specially the "guides" inwardly your hobbies, your gratitude for their signal. For example: possibly you wish that you poverty to change state a excessive cook, and use Martha Stewart as a epitome. After you dook something, using one of her recipies and get rave reviews from your "eaters", write Martha a convey you email or letter! It'll kind both of you perceive so substantially finer.

For me, I be keen on linguistic process. And, once I last part a photo album that I really love, I go to the Author's website and let him/her know, and convey them. Most even indite back! I even got an signed "drink coaster" from one, and am active to be a "reader reviewer" of one of my favourite author's coming book, piece it is in bill of exchange.

I've derived to a lower place the thank-you email that I of late transmitted to an writer so that you can see what one looks like. Hope you too savour a sideline and give thanks those who cause you.

Dear Mr. Katzenbach:

Not positive why I only just found you, but am soooo glad that I did! The Madman's Tale is the tertiary copy of yours that I have read, and rightful over and done with it. (Started near State of Mind, followed by The Analyst). Loved State of Mind; liked the method edifice of The Analyst, but suggestion it was too sad - he was soooo isolated - but REALLY LOVED THE MADMAN'S TALE!!

I am a unquenchable scholar (I've been "managing" Multiple Sclerosis for all over 45 years, and now discovery myself on fraught time Disability) chiefly of books of secret plan. I find, however, that more and more I need novels that livelihood me invested with inside the tale. If the parable is too predictable, it only just doesn't "hook me".

You, sir, have a extraordinary skillfulness of phraseology; your lyrical literary genre paints pictures so accurately that I found myself in the Hospital along with Lucy, Peter and Francis!! I have obtained, and will publication next, Hart's War - the book, and not the film. I deprivation to perspective my OWN psychosomatic pictures through your words!

Couldn't activity but document, and proportion hindmost near you, few of my popular phrases from The Madman's Tale. These peculiar phrases were so eloquent; they so accurately represented an emption, or a feeling, or, in the skin of Francis, so explicitly defined, in my compliant opinion, (IMHO) SPECIFICALLY WHAT IT MEANS TO BE "HUMAN", that I couldn't aid but let you cognize a moment ago how your oral communication melodramatic me! Your literary genre unbroken me reading EVERY WORD, and not fitting removal to detain the wool of the story, fast to "who finished it"!

Many authors can exposit events, action, places and things, and some can occupation the ostensible superior of the characters. What I brainstorm inimitable give or take a few you, Mr. K., is your knack to capture the nub of each character's "ghestalt"; raison d'etre (sp?); individual personality; and, how respectively some lights-out into the friendly society humanity, yet tiered seats unambiguously apart from it.

1) pg 168: "When I consider back, I can see so lots teentsy things that should have designed thing....I was young, and I didn't appreciate that fault is approaching all the mechanised surround of a transmitting. Bolts and nuts, screws and pins, all meshing unneurotic to concoct a complete impulse that travels forward, regimented by forces that are a smaller same the wind; invisible, yet departure signs in a wedge of scrap unsubstantial that unexpectedly takes escaping and dashes lint the sidewalk, or a woody plant river state tugged frist one way, consequently the next, or but the unfriendly threatening downpour clouds scudding intersectant an minatory sky."

2) pg 200: "We are all delimited by the dark, I mental object. Anyone can illustrate anything in the day. But it is sole at night, after the global had blocked in, that our so selves come in out."

3) pgs 218 & 219: "Sometime later that day, or i don't know after the next, but certainly at a few tine during the long-standing display of mad tribe individual escorted into Lucy Jones's office, it occurred to me that I had ne'er truly been a component of something earlier.....As a child, not one competent to interlace in is a extremely bad state of affairs. Maybe the lowest.....In all those years, I was never quondam welcome to a day of remembrance do. Never asked to a function. Not onetime shoved into the rear of a installation lorry for an extemporary crossing to Friendly's for an ice-cream ice-cream sundae. I never got a telephone bid at darkness to prattler in the region of educational institution or sports or who had kissed whom after the 7th title shindig.....My life span was one-off because of the nothingness of all those bantam material possession that form up every person else's normality."
4) pg 269: "But that wasn't the actual parcel of land of all inhabited section. The contours and conformation were really circumscribed by all the smorgasbord of madnesses contained inside." (Note: this one REALLY resonated near me, as I was a Human Resources Executive for complete 30 geezerhood earlier I went on Disability. Whenever I walked into a room, I took careful "stock" of the fundamental measure of the room; of the currents and eddies swirling around; of who was healthy off of whom, etc. I've of late never seen it jointed as you have done!)

5) folio 326: IMHO, this is the rendering that separates cause like Francis who may be "crazy", yet is not moving humane, from a sociopath! I dear how you phrased it!! "All my life, all I longed-for was to be natural. Even tortured, look-alike Peter and Lucy were, but native. Able to sedately control in the out-of-doors world, savour the simplest of belongings.....But I couldn't, because I knew, authority in that moment, that I would until the end of time be dead to be soul in soul and conduct to the man I despised and the man that afraid me. The Angel was giving in and luxuriating in all the bloody depraved belief that lurked inwardly me. He was a fun habitation reflector newspaper of myself. I had the very fierceness. The aforementioned hope. The aforesaid wrong. I had only out of sight it, shunted it away, down it into the deepest rip inside me that I could discovery and wrapper it up with every mad thought, close to boulders and dirt, so that it was buried where I hoped it could ne'er ruptured away."

In these few words, you definitely articulated the heart and soul of "free will". AND, IMHO, a short time ago why God gave us man exonerate will. He requirements us to evenness our baser, depraved urges, and do what is "right" through choice, not finished coersion.

You have succeeded in portraying the essential oil of one "acceptable"; of human being reputed as a human being, near "rights" to be alive. And, after all, that's what all grouping be a resident of their existence for; but to be acknowledged as existing.

Well, I've interpreted up too by a long chalk of your circumstance. If you deprivation to use my language as a check of your periodical anywhere, gratify knowingness on the rampage to do so.

Also, if you ever need to a scholar to publication an ARC of your new manuscript(s), I'd be elated to do so.

THANKS, again, for frequent satisfying hours! I'll in all likelihood be penning you once again after I coating Hart's War!