Lindskold Post on ANITLO

 Jane Lindskold has a post about the writing of A Night in the Lonesome October. 

Doctor Who: The Eighth Day

I was never really a Twitter person. The format goes against my natural inclination towards wordiness and digressions.  I’m pretty sure I created it for the sole purpose of entering a contest by tweeting at some company or other.  I wrote about twenty tweets in the first six years. 

But when I heard that there was going to be a tweet-a-long of the four Paul Spragg memorial short trip winning stories, I decided that I should dust off my account and participate.

 And it was great! I like Big Finish's Doctor Who, of course, but the Paul Spragg stories are especially great. They have that perfect mix of optimism and wonder that I really want from Doctor Who. I called The Best Laid Plans the best kind of Doctor Who story, "an absurd premise taken to its logical conclusion and built upon a rock-solid foundation of emotional truth."

I liked the other authors as people too. I think there's a general overall decency to Doctor Who fans. If you told me someone was a fan, I'd be inclined to think more fondly of them. This went double for these guys. We had each written a story to honor Paul Spragg. I never knew him, but everyone said that he was boundlessly enthusiastic and endlessly encouraging. A good guy, in other words. I felt a real camaraderie with these other authors.

So when Selim Ulug (author of Landbound, the second Paul Spragg winner) suggested that we all stick around and write a story together, I was all over that!  He suggested a round-robin format with one tweet a day with no discussion about where the story was going. And that's what we did!

In addition to the four Paul Spragg winners (Me, Selim, Harry Draper and Ben Tedds) Sophie Iles, Max Curtis and Lizbeth Myles also wrote for the story. 

Sophie contributed art as well, which made me especially happy. 

I thought that was the end of it, but Selim managed to convince Jaspreet Singh and Conrad Westmaas (the Eighth Doctor's companion C'rizz) to offer their services as a sound designer and a reader, respectively. 

The story itself... If you'll forgive the digression, I grew up playing with Transformers toys.  You know, Robots in Disguise. Optimus Prime, Megatron, Bumblebee, Soundwave, that lot. There was one an obscure Autobot by the name of Sky Lynx. He was a perpetually angry pterodactyl-headed lynx with two tails who transformed into the space shuttle if he needed to keep a low profile. I don't know if he's the result of a dare or a mad lib or what, but his whole deal is even more bizarre than I'm implying.

Doctor Who: The Eighth Day is a Sky Lynx of a story, pure crazy, next-level cuckoo bonkers stuff. We didn't know where it was going when we were writing, and it's a testament to the skill of my fellow writers that the story came together so neatly in the end.

And I would be remiss if I didn't talk about the process. A few of the authors were more established than the rest of us, but there was no ego, no jockeying for position, no one trying to force their vision on the rest of us. It was nothing but the best kind of collaborative "yes, and?" story-telling from a bunch of talented people who wanted to tell a story together that our fellow fans could enjoy. Special thanks to Selim, because it was entirely due to his perseverance that we have this story. 

And finally, the whole thing is in service of a good cause. MindOut: LGBTQ Mental Health Service. Please donate what you can to a very good cause.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XpKH95RHOU

https://www.mindout.org.uk/ 

I hope you enjoy it!

ANITLO Video Game

 I recently stumbled across a Kickstarter where you play a supernatural weirdo with an animal companion. You have to determine which of your peers wishes to open the gate for the Elders and who wants to keep it closed before the final ritual is held on the Halloween of the full moon. 

I speak, of course of October Night Games!

I'm enthusiastic about this. It looks like they're skirting the edge of the ANITLO IP, but assuming they don't get sued into Unknown Kadath, it should be pretty nifty.

I've played the demo as of yesterday. It's got a nice atmosphere, but a bit of a steep learning curve, particularly the fights. More on this as it develops!

What's up, nerds?!

 It's about time to bring this blog back to life, wouldn't you say?!

Zelazny What If: Gerard as the villain in the Corwin Chronicles

Who: Gerard

And a big, powerful man regarded me from the next card. He resembled me quite strongly, save that his jaw was heavier. And I knew he was bigger than I, though slower. His strength was a thing out of legend. He wore a dressing gown of blue and gray clasped about the middle with a wide, black belt, and he stood laughing. About his neck, on a heavy cord, there hung a silver hunting horn. He wore a fringe beard and a light mustache. In his right hand he held a goblet of wine. I felt a sudden affection for him. His name then occurred to me. He was Gerard.

Why: Loyalty

 How:

 I could see Gerard as a villain out of loyalty to an individual (such as when he thrashes Corwin on Benedict’s behalf) or out of loyalty that places the ideal of Amber over the lives of the individuals.Consider what he tells Corwin in Guns of Avalon.

 "That is why, whether I sympathize with you or not, I do not recommend the present time for your efforts. The security of Amber must come before all else."

And later

 "Corwin . . . Wait. I'd like to ask you to reconsider. Do not hit Amber now. She is weak in all the wrong ways."

"I am sorry, Gerard. But I am certain I have given the matter more thought during the past five years than all the rest of you put together."

"I am sorry, too, then."

He’s slower than his mercurial siblings and more deliberate. Plodding, even. But not stupid. Recall that in the Courts of Chaos, Oberon keeps Gerard behind the defend Amber when everyone else is dispatched to the field. Gerard functions as an adversary for much of the chronicles. In some ways he’s harder to hoodwink than his smarter siblings, because he just won’t listen if he decides it’s time to pummel you. “Can’t talk now, Corwin. Bodyslamming you on some rocks now.”

He wouldn’t work well as the primary villain of the piece, because I think he’d be too easy to maneuver around but he’d make a terrifying, implacable enforcer. 

Zelazny What If: Caine as the villain in the Corwin Chronicles

Who: Caine

Then came the swarthy, dark-eyed countenance of Caine, dressed all in satin that was black and green, wearing a dark three-cornered hat set at a rakish angle, a green plume of feathers trailing down the back. He was standing in profile, one arm akimbo, and the toes of his boots curled upwards, and he wore an emerald-studded dagger at his belt. There was ambivalence in my heart.

Why: Ambition.

How: Like Bleys, Caine’s story requires very few changes to make him the villain. When we first meet him, he is already allied with the villain of the piece in a plot to seize the throne. He betrayed Corwin by reneging on his vow to remove his fleet from the seas leading to Amber, framed him for murder, spied on him at great length and finally stabbed him in an attempt to kill him.

At the end of the chronicles, we have only his own words to prove that he was acting for the good of Amber. But really, what else would he say?

Caine, I never liked you and I still do not trust you. You have insulted me, betrayed me and even stabbed me. Forget that. I do not like your methods, though I cannot fault your loyalty this time around. Peace, then. Let the new reign begin with a clean slate between us.

Zelazny What If: Deirdre as the villain in the Corwin Chronicles

Who:

Deirdre

I returned to the cards, and there was Flora in a gown green as the sea, just as I'd remembered her the previous evening; and then there was a black-haired girl with the same blue eyes, and her hair hung long and she was dressed all in black, with a girdle of silver about her waist. My eyes filled with tears, why I don't know. Her name was Deirdre. 


Why: 

Ambition? We see so little of Deirdre’s inner life that it’s difficult to speculate at what might move her.


How:

I see two paths for Deirdre as the baddie

Eric's collaborator

Consider the circumstances under which Deirdre is first encountered.

It was the better part of an hour before we struck the camp. There were four men seated about the fire and two sleeping off in the shadows. The girl who was bound to a stake had her head turned away from us, but I felt my heart quicken as I looked upon her form.
    "Could that be ...?" I whispered.
    "Yes." he replied. "I think it may."
    Then she turned her head and I knew it was.
    "Deirdre!"
    "I wonder what the bitch has been up to?" Random said. "From those guys' colors, I'd venture they're taking her back to Amber."
    I saw that they wore black, red, and silver, which I remembered from the Trumps and from somewhere else to be the colors of Eric.
    "Since Eric wants her, he can't have her," I said.
    "I never much cared for Deirdre," Random said, "but I know you do, so.." and he unsheathed his blade.
    I did the same. "Get ready," I told him, rising into a crouch. And we rushed them. Maybe two minutes, that's about what it took,
    She was watching us by then, the firelight making her face into a twisted mask. She cried and laughed and said our names, in a loud and frightened voice, and I slashed her bonds and helped her to her feet.
    "Greetings, sister. Will you join us on the Road to Amber?"

Okay, let's be as generous as possible. We'll say that the six men are the survivors of however many were dispatched to retrieve Deirdre. She wasn't overcome by six nobodies. Rather, she killed a bunch of soldiers until those remaining overwhelmed her. That makes it a little less incongruous when manhandles a werewolf like an extra in Mortal Kombat a couple pages later.

That's not even the weird part. She was walking out of Amber in order to escape. It's not enough to assume that she had no Trumps, because Corwin acquired a set easily from the library. Instead, we'll assume that she had no one outside the city she felt she could trust. She never shows any particular closeness to anyone in the family other than Corwin.  I’d like to think that Gerard would help her, but perhaps she was concerned that he would go to Eric and didn’t want to risk it.

The first chapters take place over the course of several days, so it’s not unreasonable that Tir na-Nog'th is unavailable in the timeframe. We never examine why Deirdre is in Amber in the first place or why Eric wants to keep her there. Who gives a shit? We’ll assume that Eric wanted as many siblings as possible on hand for the coronation.

That still doesn’t explain how Deirdre wound up in Corwin’s path. Notably it happened after Julian (and therefore Eric) was aware of Corwin’s presence.  So they set things up, maybe perform a little bit of shadow manipulation to place her in his path no matter what route he takes (as Oberon did with Lorraine) and they waited. Sucks to be the soldiers guarding her, though, who probably had no idea what they were in for.

So, she’s working with Eric. She teams up with Corwin and they head to Rebma. Deirdre is no longer able to keep tabs on Corwin after he teleports out after walking the Pattern, so does the only thing she can and fills Eric in on what she knows about Corwin. Then Corwin is captured and imprisoned and he never meets with Deirdre again while Eric is still alive.

Corwin's collaborator

This would involve a significant digression from the books, but I could see Deirdre as Corwin’s partner in his quest for the throne. We could play it relatively straight, with the pair as partners or we could get into Corwin’s yearnings and cast them as “partners”.  Despite its historical precedent, I find that more than a little squicky so I’m not going to dwell on it.

Zelazny What If: Bleys as the villain in the Corwin Chronicles

Who: Bleys.

Then came a fiery bearded, flame-crowned man, dressed all in red and orange, mainly of silk stuff, and he held a sword in his right hand and a glass of wine in his left, and the devil himself danced behind his eyes, as blue as Flora's, or Eric's. His chin was slight, but the beard covered it. His sword was inlaid with an elaborate filigree of a golden color. He wore two huge rings on his right hand and one on his left: an emerald, a ruby, and a sapphire, respectively. This, I knew, was Bleys.

Why: Ambition and solidarity with his full siblings.

How: What would we have to change to make Bleys the villain?

We’d have to implicate him in a conspiracy to overthrow Oberon. Let’s say he, along with Brand and Fiona, made a pact with dark forces from the Courts of Chaos to that end.

...

What’s that you say? That already happened?

Oh, in that case, how about a scenario where he manipulates Corwin shamelessly, with the intent of throwing him under the bus the moment he stops being useful?

"You are a fool," [Julian] finally said. "You were a tool from the very beginning. They used you to force our hand, and either way you lost. If that half-assed attack of Bleys's had somehow succeeded, you wouldn't have lasted long enough to draw a deep breath. If it failed, as it did, Bleys disappeared, as he did, leaving you with your life forfeit for attempted usurpation. You had served your purpose and you had to die…”
For such a smart guy, Corwin’s kind of a sucker where Bleys is concerned.

"Bleys," she repeated, and Bleys, I said to myself inside my head, Bleys. I like you. I forget why, and I know there are reasons why I shouldn't-but I like you. I know it.

The fact of the matter is that we would have to change almost nothing. Assume that Fiona’s contrition later in the series is nothing more than a matter of self-preservation. She and Bleys were in it just as deep as Brand. We could suppose that Brand’s claim that he was imprisoned because he was the one who tried to back out of the conspiracy is true, but

Bleys, you are still a figure clad in light to me—valiant, exuberant and rash. For the first, my respect, for the second, my smile. And the last seems to have at least been tempered in recent times. Good. Stay away from conspiracies in the future. They do not suit you well.

Zelazny What If: Random as the villain in the Corwin Chronicles

We’ll open with Who and Why and then drill down into details.

Who: Random

I began spreading them on the blotter before me. The one bore a wily-looking little man, with a sharp nose and a laughing mouth and a shock of straw-colored hair. He was dressed in something like a Renaissance costume of orange, red and brown. He wore long hose and a tight-fitting embroidered doublet. And I knew him. His name was Random.
   
Why: Resentment.

"Younger, smaller . . . he might have had it a bit rougher than the rest of us,"

"Nothing quite as useless as another prince when there is already a crowd of them about. I was as guilty as the rest. Bleys and I once stranded him for two days on an islet to the south of here..."

How: I think there are two distinct ways to use Random as a villain. The first is that he cultivated his image as the slacker younger brother. Don’t mind me. I’m off here slumming in shadows, drumming and hang gliding and playing cards.

“But Josh,” you say. “You handsome devil, isn’t Random already the king?” The argument could be made that this has already happened.  We’ll posit that Random manipulated everyone so cunningly that no one even suspects they were duped even years after kingship was reluctantly thrust upon him.

I guess it’s worth noting that I don’t give much weight to this theory. Random doesn’t seem to like being king very much. Sure, it’s nice bossing around your siblings, but as Corwin noted earlier on, the position entails a lot of dreary administration down through the centuries.  (Though, counterpoint, he could have desired it at the time, only to discover that it wasn’t what he expected at all.)

But still, deceiving your siblings, even the smart ones like Benedict, Brand and Fiona is different from pulling one over on the unicorn. Grammy Unicorn made the choice, and she saw deeper than anyone.  I don’t think Random could fool her.

The other possibility for Random as a baddie is that he’s not the brains at all. Vialle, as a kind of Lady Macbeth is the villain of the piece.  Moire is ambitious. We’re told that she attempted to have a number of her subjects walk the Rebman Pattern, and her encounter with Corwin had to be part of some breeding program. She’s the one who arranged the marriage and why would such a ruthless monarch care what happens to one blind girl with whom she has no obvious connection?

Vialle is rather unusual anyway. She doesn’t look like anyone else in Rebma, and that’s before we even get into the matter of her magical sculptures in the post-Merlin stories.  Who is she? She was cordial the few times we saw her, but we have no idea what lies beneath that. It could be anything.

The Killing Eve/Simpsons Crossover you never knew you needed

Follow up to the Question about A Canticle for Leibowitz

From Chris Kovacs, who literally wrote the book on Roger Zelazny. The comments system wouldn't accept it, so I'm posting his reply here with his permission.


In all of my reading of Zelazny's papers and correspondence, I don't recall any mention of Miller or this book. But it was published in 1959, at a time when it was possible to read all SF published in a year, and this has always been a prominent book. And so I have no doubt that Zelazny will have known about it and likely read it. Whether he was alluding to it is impossible to say. I read Canticle over 30 years ago and can't recall it well enough to be able to comment any further.

Zelazny Hypotheticals

I began role-playing in the early 80s, just like those Stranger Things kids. I’m probably more familiar with the RPGs of the 90s, for the few years I spent working in a comic book store. The most popular game of that era was not Dungeons & Dragons, but White Wolf’s Vampire: The Masquerade and its associated spin-offs. Seen through the eyes of the adult, the entire setting is the very epitome of cringeworthy pretentiousness.

 And yet…I can’t bring myself to sneer at its horde of befanged arrested adolescent katana/trenchcoat murderhobos, because I really do think it came from a place of sincerity for its creators (at first, at least) and they built a unified mythology for the modern world.

 Each of the game lines came with a built-in expiration date, because each group of monster characters was fighting a losing battle against a greater evil, and one of the game designers came out and said something along the lines of, “You can’t say the world is ending for fifteen years and not deliver.”

And, yeah, on one level it was a way to sell more books, but there’s a certain satisfaction of ending a campaign in style. Werewolf: The Apocalypse did it best. I was never the biggest fan of the line. The veneer that the characters were anything other than meatgrinders with legs (the legs were also meatgrinders. With meatgrinders of their own. It was meatgrinders all the way down) seemed thinnest here, and the pretention at its zenith. You’re a bunch of genocidal furries, with more than a little bit of cultural appropriation thrown in for flavor. But there was something about the way its apocalypse scenario was written.

One chapter holds a particular wealth of possibilities, offering an explanation of why each of the game’s tribes of werewolves could be the baddies in the end. Something about that approach fascinated me, I think because the authors understood the nuances of how a characteristic that could be a virtue in moderation could become a vice in its extreme or if placed in a different context. Which brings me to the point of this post.

I do enjoy What If? speculation about works I enjoy. It’s part of the fun of being a fan! To that end I’m going to engage in a bit of speculation along these lines in a series of posts, asking in turn, “What if Benedict/Fiona/Corwin/Prince or Princess X had been the villain of the Corwin Chronicles?”

I’ll do my best to stick to a schedule, one post a week in the series on Monday evening, starting with “What if Random had been the villain of the Corwin Chronicles?”