Stepan "STEVE" Oblonsky
The comfiest character in all of western literature
this is from the forward to one of his books, /lit/ can probably relate.
by Spider Robinson
Books get written for the damndest reasons. Some are written to pay off a
mortgage, some to save the world, some simply for lack of anything better to do.
One of my favorite anecdotes concerns a writer who bet a friend that it was
literally impossible to write a book so B*A*D that no one could be found to
publish it. As the story goes, this writer proceeded to write the worst, most
hackneyed novel of which he was capable-and not only did he succeed in selling
it, the public demanded better than two dozen sequels (I can't tell you his
name: his estate might sue, and I have no documentation. Ask around at any SF
convention; it's a reasonably famous anecdote).
This book, as it happens, was begun for the single purpose of getting me out
of the sewer.
I mean that literally. In 1971, after seven years in college, with that Magic
Piece of Paper clutched triumphantly in my fist, the best job I was able to get
was night watchman on a sewer project in Babylon, New York--guarding a hole in
the ground to prevent anyone from stealing it. God bless the American
forgot to add: Ignatius J. Reilly because everything he says had me in stitches, Natasha Rostov because she's so full of life and energy and love for everything and it comes across in everything she says/does and Lizzy Bennet because how can you not love her.
Gandalf the Grey is a much comfier-seeming character than Gandalf the White. Do you think Gandalf the White smoked nearly as much pipe-weed as Gandalf the Grey? Do you think Gandalf the White frolicked with hobbits and dwarves nearly as much as Gandalf the Grey? I think not.