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It never can be said ENOUGH that Phillip "Dark Materials" Pullman was not merely mistaken about C.S. Lewis; he LIED ON PURPOSE when he called Lewis a racist. This, merely on the basis of the Calormenes having dark skin. In reality, Lewis' EUROPEAN-DESCENDED Telmarines were featured BEFORE Calormenes were. Besides, villains can't get ANY MORE WHITE than Jadis was.

Here, now, is a very intelligent recent look at recent fantasy literature.

My new laptop is TERRIBLY FLAWED in many functions. It stubbornly refuses to copy and paste ANYTHING.

Therefore, I can only urge you to search YouTube for this:

Hilary Layne The Second Story This Is Why We Never Got Another Lord Of The Rings
 
Since I wrote Post #501, _despite_ a change of laptop, I _still_ can't make the traitor copy links >or< paragraphs. Therefore, I resort once again to identification. I urge T.D.L. members to check out a YouTube channel called Exits Examined. A video of theirs, titled "The Brutal History of Barsoom," reminded me of something I haven't thought about lately.

Edgar Rice Burroughs' Martian series was important in the history of science-fantasy, but not >as< revolutionary as people today think it was. I definitely remember one writer named Otis Adelbert Kline, who got started just a handful of years after Burroughs. Kline's sword-and-planet novels are different enough _not_ to be mere copycat products, but are not inferior in world-building. What is tantalizing to me now is that I _think_ there was one similar pulp novelist, better than Lin Carter, who appeared _before_ Burroughs. If someone were to name the guy, my memory would probably click. I think I even have a visual memory of a book cover, with monsters.
 
Frances, I'm glad you're still around. Since you last heard from me, I've had the pleasure of acting as a comical Scrooge. I managed to concoct some Scrooge jokes. For instance: "Should old acquaintance be forgot-- I'll be GLAD to forget it!"


Meanwhile, on YouTube, I've been flabbergasted to encounter something ASTONISHINGLY SIMILAR to my own "Spacebullies" epic! You'll recall that I've depicted all sorts of crossovers, like D.C. superheroes meeting Marvel superheroes. You want scary? I have shown Halo characters meeting Star Wars characters..... and EXACTLY THIS combination is now included in the newly-arisen channel!!!!

The channel is called StarVerseX. I recommend it. If you're familiar with "The Boys," that's one of the franchises this channel plays with.
 
I see my first post in this thread was 20 years ago. My, my! In those 20 years I've published several works and been an editor at Worthy Trailman Press. I've also seen my friend Roger (Prince of the West) Thomas produce several fine works with Ignatius Press. I'm not big on "Please read my novel" type requests, simply because Lady Badger and I are busy with teaching classes in youth mentoring, serving as regional chaplain, and working on the TLUSA National Advisory Committee's SENAC working group. What little time I have to simply be creative is spent working on a few bits of my own. That said, I will answer questions and give advice. I've also had all my shots, so the last person I bit merely came down with a lapse of dignity.
 
For members who haven't gotten the memo: John Burkitt alias Evening Star is working at A RETURN TO STORY WRITING here on The Dancing Lawn. It isn't my place to post any spoilers, but he DOES have a plotline developing.
 
I have posted "THE VISITOR" here in The Professor's Writing Club. I would love to share this with you, for writing it was very meaningful for me.
 
Having been assured that "The Visitor" is totally stand-alone, Copperfox is STILL AT WORK trying to sort out which other narrative subtopics might send John's characters to visit my plotlines, and which might send mine to visit his.
 
REAL LANGUAGES / FAKE LANGUAGES - If you use a fake language, strive for consistency. Create a vocabulary and stick with it, the same with grammatical order. Like for instance, "Magroth am furthin ra!" for "Send them to the jail" and then later "Am magroth furthin ket!" for "Bring them from the jail. Far more satisfying however is to do the research and use a real language. Maureen, my protagonist in The Visitor, does not use this plot bunny (pun not intended) in the main story, but she has an ANCIENT memory from her past, and she uses real Gaellig to read the love letter her future husband wrote her. Doing this involved using the google search phrase "English to Gaelic". Look at the result and see if it's not deeply satisfying....

Gaellig: Nam biodh a’ mhuir de dh’inc agus an speur air a dhèanamh de phàipear-sgrìobhaidh, cha b’ urrainn dhomh tòiseachadh air mo ghaol dhut a sgrìobhadh.

English: If the sea were of ink and the sky made of parchment, I could not begin to write my love for you.

Whatever you do, don't try to write fake Gaellig.
 
Copperfox said:
Well, the subject of plausibility in adventurous fiction has subsided...

So let's take a look at poetry, beginning with one of the few classical-form sonnets I've written in my time. It started with my noticing that the numerous early specks of green on trees in spring were like droplets in a mist; then this neutral visual observation became tied in to thoughts about those who "worship the creation rather than the Creator."

In the poem you will see what I meant by saying elsewhere that comparisons do not have to correspond EXACTLY to the thing being paralleled. My image of robins here is only meant to connote something recurring—not to say that robins are in character like the deniers of God whom this poem rebukes. What is particularly being rebuked is the notion that, instead of spring reminding us of resurrection, the idea of any literal resurrection is itself only a figurative reminder of spring, with earthly nature being all that matters. ///


The trees condense a cloud of leafy mist;
And, like the robins coming home to perch,
Once more the skeptic and materialist
Wield springtime as a flail against the church.
“Your Resurrection’s just a metaphor
Of spring’s renewal!” Saying this, they tell
The world that they don’t know, or they ignore,
The different climate in old Israel.
There, winter was the growing time, and spring
Meant harvest, endings, dryness—not rebirth;
Yet there and then the resurrected King
Leaped far above the seasons of the Earth.
While spring, as we know spring, serves for a sign,
There’s more than metaphor in the Divine.


Joseph Ravitts, author of “Southward the Tigers”
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I just retrieved this because I'm pleased with it.

I'm sorry we lost LifeMaiden, the once-reliable member who pinned this topic before she lost her way.

There was a time when she told me she had feelings for me. Paths not taken. I just hope she made it into Aslan's Country.

I, meanwhile, am free to be a father figure to Wood Nymph, and to pray that non-TDL-member Geralyn Rodgers doesn't die.
 
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