[T]here were bits of plot . . . that necessitated not just suspension of one’s disbelief but the surgical extraction of said disbelief before dangling it over a vat of bubbling acid in the hopes that it would shut up. — Neil Gaiman
It was a moment like that which finally tossed me over the edge and forced me to pursue the life of a fiction author, in the hopes that one day people would choose to read my stuff, and wouldn’t have to suffer a full-on suspensionofdisbeliefectomy. Then again, I wonder whether disbelief can be used in order to enhance a story. Does it always detract?
