...Conclusion...         

 

 

Not knowing who you are in love with because you encounters lovely qualities in both individuals that confuse you; having lost a loved one, pretending that it hardly affects you but it really does...
These are only a couple of the reactions that Paul Kafka, through Dan’s experiences, makes the reader feel in Love [enter].

 Love[enter] could be classified as a passion-full hypertext.At first, it lacks of visual aid, except for a picture of Paul Kafta, the cover of the book and small icons that indicate the audio version. As for links, the page allows the Internet user to buy Love [enter] in Amazon, Barnes and Nobles or AllDirect. As for audio resources, the reader has the option to listen to some of the excerpts read by Kafka himself.  But the lack of content is gained in feelings and sensations that can be compared to what a young person might experience. The two spacial references [see Analysing Love Enter, space] the hypertext mentions are Paris and New Orleans, symbolizing freedom, fun and love[1] and routine[2].

 How could someone not fall in love with such a voluptuous woman as Margot, or be enchanted by the simplicity and sweetness of a woman like Bou.? By reading Dan’s thoughts about each of these women, you can feel the dichotomy he was in when he encountered both of them in Paris. In the end, Margot, becomes a great friend of Dan, even though her sex-appeal attracts him greatly.
However, Bou, the recepient of his love letters is who he truly loves. She is the one he wants to tell everything about his day to, she is the reason why he can’t forget that wonderful time he had in Paris, she is the one who makes him feel confused and absent while he is in New Orleans. She inspires him.

 I have connected with sensations I had experienced, thoughts and feelings I thought i had buried deep within me. Fiction or not, Paul Kafta appeals to the most intimate feeling a young person might have come across in his life.

 


1  “I'll write about my New Orleans and especially about that Paris we knew, which stubbornly refuses to stay in the past.”

 2 “Who knows where I am. All I can say with confidence is that I'm not in New Orleans...Over the next ten weeks I could update my records and try to figure out what's wrong with me. I think it's a memory problem.”