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Quantum reality...

Was rereading fragments in a book.
Ever read Jeanette Winterson? No, so you should...
She is gay and I admit the first reason why I started reading her. But then you read these amazing passages...
She got famous by a book called 'Oranges are not the only fruit' but I love her last one: Powerbook.

Out of her site on Powerbook:

'To avoid discovery I stay on the run.
To discover things for myself, I stay on the run

The.PowerBook is twenty first century fiction that uses past, present and future as shifting dimensions of a multiple reality. The story is simple. An e-writer called Ali, or Alix (because x marks the spot), will pin up a story for you, cut it to fit. She is a language costumier, writing to order, letting you be the hero of your own life, offering you freedom just for one night.

The price? Risk. You risk entering the story as yourself and leaving it as someone else. But if the narrative changes, then so does the narrator, as Ali discovers this is a price she too will have to pay.

Set in London, Paris, Capri and cyberspace, this is a book that re-invents itself as it travels. Using cover-versions, fairy tales, contemporary myths and popular culture, The PowerBook works at the intersection between the real and the imagined.

It's territory is you. '

As the reader you get into the mind of the process of a book.
But also in the process of different realities, in the world of the quantum reality that can be found in computers.
'You are who you say you are?'
Most of all you get in to her mind.

An extract I really love:

''That's not how the story ends.'
Stop.
There is always the danger of automatic writing. The danger of writing yourself towards an ending that need never be told. At a certain point the story gathers momentum. It convinces itself, and does its best to convince you, that the end in sight is the only possible outcome. There is a fatefulness and a loss of control that are somehow comforting. This was your script, but now it writes itself.
Stop.
Break the narrative. Refuse all the stories that have been told so far (because that is what the momentum really is), and try to tell the story differently - in a different style, with different weights - and allow some air to those elements choked with centuries of use, and give some substance to the floating world.
In quantum reality there are millions of possible worlds, unactualised, potential, perhaps bearing in on us, but only reachable by wormholes we can never find. If we do find one, we don't come back.

In those other worlds events may track our own, but the ending will be different. Sometimes we need a different ending.
I can't take my body through space and time, but I can send my mind, and use the stories, written and unwritten, to tumble me out in a place not yet existing - my future.

The stories are maps. Maps of journeys that have been made and might have been made. A Marco Polo route through territory real and imagined.

Some of the territory has become as familiar as a seaside resort. When we go there we know we will build sandcastles and get sunburnt and that the café menu never changes.

Some of the territory is wilder and reports do not tally. The guides are only good for so much. In these wild places I become part of the map, part of the story, adding my version to the versions there. This Talmudic layering of story on story, map on map, multiplies possibilities but also warns me of the weight of accumulation. I live in one world - material, seeming-solid - and the weight of that is quite enough. The other worlds I can reach need to keep their lightness and their speed of light. What I carry back from those worlds to my world is another chance. '

She is able to write what I think...
To make you think...

Visit her site: www.jeanettewinterson.com
or just run to your library and take her books.
-One tip, read them in english, translation suck in this case...-