ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
AS long as a least one dA member is trying to keep up with my novel in progress, The Mind Games, then it or they must continue. I [Mr a*] am a dA member and I'm interested to see how hard this is going to be and how it comes out in the 'end' which might not yet be the end. The best SF novels survive their initial incarnation so well and prove so popular, at least with their authors, that they spawn a sequel. The superior ones become a trilogy and the best of those, as well as a few of the very worst, become 'franchises', or continuing works with new 'prequels', sequels and even alas, less-than-equals, often written by friends and even descendents of the originator [cf Frank Herbert's DUNE 'trilogy' which began here www.pdfarchive.info/pdf/H/He/H… and is as complete example of the evolution of a franchise as one could wish to find anywhere www.pdfarchive.info/pdf/H/He/H… having burgeoned into a 19 book series with its own encyclopaedia!].
Those who think Frank Herbert and his successors went too far should admire the indefatigable E.C. Tubb and his creation, Earl Dumarest, hero of this little lot en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dumarest… .Those who think no one has yet gone far enough should admire the seminal work of Robert Sheckley, once science fiction's premier gadfly. In particular I'd like to choose his non SF novel, The Game Of X www.goodreads.com/book/show/10… . Why am I advertising this moth eaten pulp fiction?
It's because these are just some of the clues that might or might not help readers to understand where The Mind Games is coming from. The final clue, the real heart of the mystery, is the problem the author set the computer in 'For A Breath, I Tarry.' by Roger Zelazny www.kulichki.com/moshkow/ZELQZ… . Now you have it all.
Is 'ENO' or Martin Ronald Carter really who everyone else in the book seems to be saying he is? If he is, why does he feel so convincingly human in such unconvincing surroundings? Is he, or was he ever an ex-spy working for an organisation so secret even the secret services of the world didn't know about it? Machine or not, spy or not, when his readers left him several weeks ago he had just done something either stupid, crazy, very clever or even all three! One or two people might even be waiting with bated breath to see which. I would be one of them.... except that I know what happens next. I'm writing Part Caveman Two Score even as you read this. The ride 'up' has already started. To put you in the mood, get you ready, or even give you a flavour of what is about to happen, I'm giving you a rare chance to listen to 'Waiting For The Electrician, Or Someone Like Him' by The Fire Sign Theater .
You are now in possession of nearly all the essential clues. Please comment below stating exactly what it is YOU think might be going on and what, if anythng, should, could, might or even dould* happen next.
* New word 'dould' = 'would have if it did'
Those who think Frank Herbert and his successors went too far should admire the indefatigable E.C. Tubb and his creation, Earl Dumarest, hero of this little lot en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dumarest… .Those who think no one has yet gone far enough should admire the seminal work of Robert Sheckley, once science fiction's premier gadfly. In particular I'd like to choose his non SF novel, The Game Of X www.goodreads.com/book/show/10… . Why am I advertising this moth eaten pulp fiction?
It's because these are just some of the clues that might or might not help readers to understand where The Mind Games is coming from. The final clue, the real heart of the mystery, is the problem the author set the computer in 'For A Breath, I Tarry.' by Roger Zelazny www.kulichki.com/moshkow/ZELQZ… . Now you have it all.
Is 'ENO' or Martin Ronald Carter really who everyone else in the book seems to be saying he is? If he is, why does he feel so convincingly human in such unconvincing surroundings? Is he, or was he ever an ex-spy working for an organisation so secret even the secret services of the world didn't know about it? Machine or not, spy or not, when his readers left him several weeks ago he had just done something either stupid, crazy, very clever or even all three! One or two people might even be waiting with bated breath to see which. I would be one of them.... except that I know what happens next. I'm writing Part Caveman Two Score even as you read this. The ride 'up' has already started. To put you in the mood, get you ready, or even give you a flavour of what is about to happen, I'm giving you a rare chance to listen to 'Waiting For The Electrician, Or Someone Like Him' by The Fire Sign Theater .
You are now in possession of nearly all the essential clues. Please comment below stating exactly what it is YOU think might be going on and what, if anythng, should, could, might or even dould* happen next.
* New word 'dould' = 'would have if it did'
Mr aegiandyad
A few weeks ago I lost my beloved spouse, whom I adored. We were extremely close. He was a brilliant scientist and faithist who was always surprising in his responses to questions about everything under the sun. No chatbot could possibly respond the way he did. He was never banal or predictable and always made me laugh. Spontaneous comedy is the hardest act to replicate. When previous beloved relatives died I always saw visions or dreams reassuring me that they were well and happy. Memorably, my uncle appeared in a dream walking through parallel realms of fields filled with flowers. Some were familiar. Most were not. Perhaps he was reassuring me that life after death is wonderful in ways we cannot predict. After my mother's death I saw her flying between stars, all of which were strange yet intriguing. As my husband was dying in hospital I dreamt that his soul was rising upwards in a spiralling movement of pixelation, similarly to the illustration above. I am
Children are fun.
I was looking through the baby photos of our children and it struck me forcibly that every child looked exactly as they turned out grown up. By that I mean their characters were written on their faces early on. Our oldest child loved playing with numbers and rearranging plant pots in ever increasing circles using a range of small and bigger plant pots which he would re-arrange over several happy hours on the front room floor. Our first daughter was a climber. She started by climbing up the ironing board and sitting on it while waving her little legs joyfully beneath her. We were having house renovations and up she'd go on the highest ladders. We frequently panicked but learnt to trust her as she eventually came down herself unharmed. As she grew older she hazarded risky sports, single handedly sailing boats and often winning races. Other people used to marvel at how much this slight teenage girl would risk. The third child, a boy, was always very caring and loving. He would ask us
Children are fun.
I was looking through the baby photos of our children and it struck me forcibly that every child looked exactly as they turned out grown up. By that I mean their characters were written on their faces early on. Our oldest child loved playing with numbers and rearranging plant pots in ever increasing circles using a range of small and bigger plant pots which he would re-arrange over several happy hours on the front room floor. Our first daughter was a climber. She started by climbing up the ironing board and sitting on it while waving her little legs joyfully beneath her. We were having house renovations and up she'd go on the highest ladders. We frequently panicked but learnt to trust her as she eventually came down herself unharmed. As she grew older she hazarded risky sports, single handedly sailing boats and often winning races. Other people used to marvel at how much this slight teenage girl would risk. The third child, a boy, was always very caring and loving. He would ask us
Joyce's Ulysses is 100
There is a global intellectual game called, "Have you read and understood Ulysses? Or have you read Proust? This game was played when I was 16, living as far away as Zimbabwe, where the country's intellectuals played it, as did many across the globe. My best friend went on to study French at Cambridge and wrote a thesis on Proust. If you think of Ulysses as a musical comedy that might help. Stravinsky talking about Beethoven's 'die große Fuge', said that it was utterly avant garde and would be for all time. That applies just as much to Ulysses. Joyce uses the English language as music to show its many possibilities, cadences and variations. For instance the first sentence "STATELY, PLUMP BUCK MULLIGAN CAME FROM THE STAIRHEAD, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned: -- Introibo ad altare Dei." It is a perfect image of a
© 2015 - 2024 aegiandyad
Comments2
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
* New word 'dould' = 'would have if it did'
If you are not aware of it might I mention 'The Meaning Of Liff' en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mean…
I am pretty sure you must be, but on the off chance you are not aware of the above then I am sure you would enjoy it.
That Mind Games is to continue has made my (time being the abstract concept used to define past and future events that it is) day!
I prefer not to pre-empt or otherwise so I shall just say I am waiting patiently on the top of the slide for the bar to raise again.
Great news!
If you are not aware of it might I mention 'The Meaning Of Liff' en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mean…
I am pretty sure you must be, but on the off chance you are not aware of the above then I am sure you would enjoy it.
That Mind Games is to continue has made my (time being the abstract concept used to define past and future events that it is) day!
I prefer not to pre-empt or otherwise so I shall just say I am waiting patiently on the top of the slide for the bar to raise again.
Great news!