Another of my web novel flops, presented for your amusement and instruction.
This one is kind of interesting (or not) because it's a true hypernovel. In fact, when I wrote it back in the Eighties, I had no idea that someday there would be a writing medium that would make it possible to actually do what I was unable to pull off in print.
This was my first novel and actually had an agent, but no sale. People were intrigued, but couldn't see it as marketable. Perhaps because it's like 100 chapters not linked by a plot or story sequence. (Ya think?)
Instead, there is a sort of subtextual web that runs through the work, based on like visual and verbal "rhyming". For instance, the word "iris" as flower, camera lens component, and eye color create a complex of chapters.
Other than that, they pieces are all photographs being sold on the street by an award-winning photographer who has given it up.
The idea of being able to link up keywords and categories in tag clouds and such was a thrill and I jumped into it. First problem I figured out:
A novel can be hyperlink or serial, not both.
Duh. The hypernovel depends on jumping around the completed work and fails if it's not all there.
So I was faced with the necessity of putting the whole thing up at once, which I ended up deciding not to do. Perhaps one of these days it'll make a good ebook? With a lot of painstaking linking involved.
It's a pretty philosophical work, despite the violence and sex that put some off. One of the basic concepts is the unity of space and time, symbolized--among several ways--as the time of a photographic exposure versus the size of the aperture. My original title was f 5.6/ 500
Anyway...
An image is space divided by time.

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