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Seedcorn 4: Starving in Abundance

Posted January 11, 2023 By John C Wright

Seedcorn is now posted.

Three of Four.

THIS episode contains the only scene I really thought was well done, at least, given the youthful greenness of my quill, which was the fight scene with a paintbrush.

Again, copying another writer’s style, I also attempted to adopt her worldview: and consequently the soldiers are somewhat less masculine and soldierly in their approach than would have been had I written in my own voice.

The ending is on an ambiguous but perhaps hopeful note, as mimicking the ending of LEFT HAND OF DARKNESS or THE DISPOSSESSED.

And so we say farewell to the Ekumen of Ursula K LeGuin. I will never offer this story for publication for money, and she has gone to discover the truth about the Dry Lands beyond the farthest shore.

I hold her to be a fine writer, one of the best in the field. She came from a time before 2015 when the Sci Fi field was not poisoned with politics and political correctness, and one could love a writer’s work without agreeing with the writer’s opinions as a civilian.

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Seedcorn 3: The End of the Envoy

Posted January 4, 2023 By John C Wright

Seedcorn is now posted.

Three of Four.

IN this episode is my conceit of how political conflict is resolved, as seen from the moral foundation of a philosophy one might call Occidentalized Taoism.

Real Taoism is quietist, a philosophy of renunciation and submission to fate. Occidentals, informed by Christian thought even when we do not realize it, cannot accept true fatalism or true renunciation. The furthest we of the West tend to go in that direction is toward stoicism, or pragmatism, or the idea that ideals are worth pursuing even if they cannot be enacted.

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The Best Christmas Present

Posted December 27, 2022 By John C Wright

As a present for my readers, a story of the season from the pen of my lovely and talented wife, taking place in same world as her CHILDREN OF PROSPERO novels.

The Best Christmas Present

By L. Jagi Lamplighter

It was Christmas Eve. Logistilla Prospero, younger daughter of the Dread Magician Prospero, was about to give her sons the best Christmas present she could possibly give them.

She would leave their lives forever.

Her two boys, about ten and twelve, sat in the large library of her Southern mansion. Teleron, the older one, was reading a book. His large round glasses gave his thin face an owlish appearance. The younger one, Typhon, was athletic with boyish good looks, however, his slumped shoulders betrayed his boredom as he waited for Christmas to come. He bounced a ball against the wooden floor. Neither showed any concern, or even awareness, of Logistilla’s existence.

They would not notice if she left. They would not notice if she never came back.

She would be doing them a favor.

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Seedcorn 2: A Second First Beginning

Posted December 21, 2022 By John C Wright

Seedcorn is now posted.

Two of Four.

The art of mimicking another author’s voice, always a doubtful proposition if not done out of pure admiration, consists of three elements: first, copying the lyricism, vocabulary, and word-choice (a particularly entertaining challenge when mimicking Jack Vance, for example); second, copying the plot-rhythm, stylistic patterns, or structures favored by the author (a thrilling challenge when mimicking A.E. van Vogt whose rapidfire sense of pacing and plot-twisting is legendary); but finally and most of all copying the theme and worldview of the author, making the kind of point with the story he himself would have made, not expressing your own opinion.

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Seedcorn 1: A Planet Called Patience

Posted November 30, 2022 By John C Wright

Seedcorn is now posted.

One of Four.

I have written more than one story in the background of favorite authors, such as Jack Vance and A.E. van Vogt, and, with the permission of their estates, had them published. As ever, my aim is to mimic the voice and vocabulary, capture the mood and message of the original author as best I may, intruding nothing of myself.

Some authors are more difficult to mimic that others. This was my attempt to pay homage to Ursula K LeGuin, by setting a story in the background of her Hainish Cycle, which includes such works as Rocannon’s World (1966) The Left Hand of Darkness (1969), The Word for World Is Forest (1972), The Dispossessed (1974), as well as Four Ways to Forgiveness (1994).

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Draconian Outlaw 6: Beneficial Lethality

Posted November 23, 2022 By John C Wright

Draconian Outlaw is now posted.

Six of Six.

Here we say farewell to LeClerc, as he says farewell to the human race. Had your humble author written this tale later in life, he may have made provision for a wife or children to accompany him in his journey, or at least made clear whether the voyage was round trip or one-way.

Watch this space for a new tale of phantasy and wonder next week!

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Draconian Outlaw 5: Alien Familiarity

Posted November 16, 2022 By John C Wright

Draconian Outlaw is now posted.

Five of Six.

This is the scene which I first recall when I think on this yarn, and the one that gives the tale whatever character and amusement value it may possess.

Your humble author displays a long-distance emotion related to pride of workmanship of his outer mantle layers (Exclamation!).

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Draconian Outlaw 4: Tarnished Golden Age

Posted November 11, 2022 By John C Wright

Draconian Outlaw is now posted in a tardy fashion.

Four of Six.

Your humble author’s extrapolation of the folly of mankind when driven mad by politics seems, in hindsight, to be extraordinarily conservative and muted. In reality, the human reaction to such a golden age would be much more insane. For example, the text offers no example of feminists or activists objecting to the use by the alien translation machines of the first person singular pronoun in English; and rather comically assumes that, once antimatter warheads were available for mutually assured destruction, nuclear weapons would be retired and reused as starship propellent.

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Draconian Outlaw 3: Something for Nothing

Posted November 2, 2022 By John C Wright

Draconian Outlaw is now posted.

Three of Six.

Your humble author’s attempt to imitate Ayn Rand in the chapter is muted a bit in favor of his attempt to mimic Keith Laumer.

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Draconian Outlaw 2: Distant Approach

Posted October 26, 2022 By John C Wright

Draconian Outlaw is now posted.

Two of Six.

This story was not written so very long ago, but I already notice the anachronism of age, akin to seeing a mention, for a example, of a steel-nib pen rather than a ballpoint in a story set forty years in the future. In a montage passage of newspaper editorials, the author makes no mention of blogs, podcasts, wall-screen, or brain-radio.

As for the quotes from editorialists, they have a certain tone and point: I am only surprised the author did not specify the newspaper was called The Banner, and give the editor’s name as Gail Wynand.

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Draconian Outlaw 1: Unwelcome Embassy

Posted October 19, 2022 By John C Wright

Draconian Outlaw is now posted.

One of Six.

This is a previously unpublished story, once rejected by the great Gardner Dozois (may he rest in peace) of Asimov’s Science Fiction magazine fame. In those long-ago days, I was pleased to receive rejections where the editor wrote a personal letter to explain the reasoning of his harsh but just condemnation.

My revenge was to sell my first two professional sales thereafter to Asimov’s, to appearing in four anthologies edited by Mr. Dozois, including his “Year’s Best” anthology for 2004 and 2010.

I have rewritten certain passages in hope of improving the story to pass muster with Mr. Dozois, or what I imagine his standards would demand. My readers are the final judge, as ever.

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Indistinguishable from Magic, 2 Rash and Final Action

Posted October 12, 2022 By John C Wright

Indistinguishable from Magic is now posted.

Two of Two.

This story is odd because it is a case where the humble author disagrees with his own muse, at least in regards to the title and theme. The story attempts to capture some of the eerie wonder of a magician’s lab in a museum of extraterrestrial artifacts.

The reader must judge whether the tale succeeds or fails, and such a judgment is final.

But I myself do not think technology is indistinguishable from magic, no matter how advanced it is. The two are based on different principles, have a different nature, and a different point when used in storytelling.

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Indistinguishable from Magic, 1 Midnight at the Museum

Posted October 5, 2022 By John C Wright

Indistinguishable from Magic is now posted.

One of Two.

This is a previously unpublished short story of mine, offered here as a lagniappe to my beloved patrons. The title and theme is based on an famous, albeit comically incorrect, quip from Arthur C. Clarke that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

Certainly the feeling of awe and wonder fairytale magic, can often be provoked whenever technology discovers arts thought impossible: as when the Wright Brothers taught man to fly, or Marconi to send messages winging unseen through the air, or when advanced medicine teaches physicians to cure cases previously incurable, or when Americans put a footprint on the Moon.

One way to distinguish technology, no matter how advanced, from magic, is to study it as if it were technology, and not merely to bow the knee and call it magic. Magic is from realms unknowable; whereas technology, even if unknown, is knowable.

Aha! But, even so, can your humble storyteller tell a story where the unquiet artifacts of ancient and unknown superhuman civilizations provoke the awe and wonder of fairyland, and mortals are wise to tread cautiously within their perilous shadow? That remains to be seen.

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The Book of Dreams was Utterly Forbidden is now posted.

Three of Three.

Like its contents, the history of ownership of the Unelma manuscript is contested and filled with some gaps.

The codex belonged to Emperor Rudolph II of Germany (Holy Roman Emperor, 1576-1612), who purchased it for 600 gold ducats and believed that it was the work of Roger Bacon.

It is very likely that Emperor Rudolph acquired the manuscript from the English astrologer John Dee (1527-1608). Dee apparently owned the manuscript along with a number of other Roger Bacon manuscripts. In addition, Dee stated that he had 630 ducats in October 1586, and his son noted that Dee, while in Bohemia, owned “a booke…containing nothing butt Hieroglyphicks, which booke his father bestowed much time upon: but I could not heare that hee could make it out.” 

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The Book of Dreams was Utterly Forbidden is now posted.

Two of Three.

Scholars from the Reliquary, including the Lord Mortician of the Necropolis, tentatively identify the archon confronted by the nameless narrator as Sulvus, the Progenitor of Sulva, whose globe, for reasons which need no recital here, is half sterile and half bountiful.

As reported elsewhere, the green and forested areas of that globe, year by year, grow ever smaller, as living organisms are replaced by cyborgs, then by machines, and with the loss of tree cover, first moisture then atmosphere is lost into space. Such is the result of eschewing fertility to pursue sterility, both in sexual matters and otherwise.

That the nameless narrator would be received by so august a personage, and speak to him face to face, implies he is of equal rank, that is, an archon and progenitor of his realm. This leads to theological speculations difficult to address.

Theologians agree, however, that if this is Sulvus, and the dialog faithfully represented, as Sulvus is a Nomothete, his address to the Traveller granted him that as a name, and imposed the nature and duties attendant thereupon. It is curious that the Nomothete refuses to name himself, however.

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