Polly,
though of indeterminate age, was born on May 15, 2004. I awoke that morning
from a vision. (Okay, I guess technically a vision while you're sleeping
is a dream. Call it what you want. I call it a vision.)
There
was this magnificent mansion in the desert. There was a snowman out in
the hot sun. There was a wonderful party going on, with all sorts of friendly
people. There was a gymnasium and a library, and there was an aura about
it telling me this was not reality--this went beyond reality. More sharp-edges
and clearly defined than any reality I've ever seen.
And
above all, there was Polly. Funny and serious, whimsical and wise, seeing
all and understanding more, detached yet infinitely caring, achingly beautiful
but totally unpretentious, child-like and sexy. She didn't have to tell
me her name, because I knew it instantly. She was Polly, and nothing else
could suit her.
I
fell instantly in love with her. (I tend to do that around beautiful women;
just ask anyone.) She was the one who insisted I put aside everything
else I was working on and write her story instead. You don't argue with
PollyÑat least, not if you know what's good for you. And, as you'll learn
when you read the story, you can't say no to her.
All hands on
Decalogue! A protagonist readers will find it easy to identify and
empathize with, a classic journey story told with wit, wisdom and deceptive
ease, and the most interesting guest star ever--what's not to like, here?
Perhaps writers who attempt a book like POLLY! wanna crack or two across
the face for their audacity (to parrot conventional wisdom)--but not if
they can manage to pull it off this entertainingly.
--Spider Robinson
co-author of VARIABLE STAR by Robert A. Heinlein and Spider Robinson
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