R. Scott Bakker after a decade

He cannot write what he cannot feel. And he cannot write sane.

The sublime grandiose? Emphatically.

Novel yet enthralling insights? Assuredly.

The heart of horror? Violently.

Ceaseless and breathless prose? Yes and yes.

Can he write realistically? Can he depict normality? Basic human bonds and friendships?

I've waited.

He cannot write what he cannot feel. And he cannot write sane.