I'm wit Dr. A on this one. This is because no human has ever experienced something like this. This makes you envision it like the writer tells it, which is very limited, because no one knows what it's really like. This makes it easier to come up with the same "images" in your mind. Look at it this way. When describing the world as seen through "ordinary" senses, we all experience it a bit differently, so we get different images from other people. But now, add an "extra-ordinary" sense, and nobody knows what it's like, so all you have to go on is the author's description.
Hey, I never pretended to know 'why' this phenomenon happened. It was only an observation I had made it the time.
I consider it a must-read for anybody who is interested by litterature.
But I don't really get what you are trying to say.
Well, the "hero" of the novel murders over 20 women, doesn't he? It's a story about a serial killer. And yet it's a story about a sort of person who does not exist. Serial killers exist, but no-one remotely like the hero of the novel exists.
I would never read a novel where the hero was a serial killer in the first place, but if I did I'd want it to give me some sort of insight into that sort of person, but in this case it's a made-up sort of person, a sort of person who has never existed.
As for being interested in literature ... one gets to pick and choose. You have never had the pleasure of hearing me read Fern Hill, or Ode To A Nightingale, or Waking Early Sunday Morning, or Spain ... I shall say nothing of my own poetry ... so don't tell me that I'm not interested in literature unless I read a book about a serial killer. There are other things to do.
I didn't realize that other people weren't like this.
I don't think I'm capable of not doing this: there are always images and things going through my mind, and I can never focus on anything. Sometimes, I think I must be borderline autistic. The comic strip Calvin and Hobbes kind of captures it (except his mind's eye always turns things into something else, while mine just imagines something de novo).
I guess that's why I got into science fiction originally. If only I had the focus to finish a book, maybe I'd be famous.