[MD] Rabid Weasels

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Hi Dan,
Well, I only have "There Come a Bad Cloud AND Apache Nation.  I will
wait till you publish Billy on Kindle.  I can deal with the New Yorker
style excerpts for the time being.

On Sun, Jul 17, 2011 at 10:48 PM, Dan Glover <daneglover at gmail.com> wrote:
> Hello everyone

> Dan:
>
> Right now, I don't. Come January though I am hip-deep in it. Chicago
> winters, don't you know...

[Mark]
I have been watching Chicago Code on TV which starts the female welder
who becomes a dancer under buckets of water, so that she can win the
dance contest and get into the NY academy of Dance.  I guess when that
fails, she becomes the Chief of Police.  Is there any reality to that
the Chicago Code?
>
>
> Dan:
>
> I don't know... I kind of liked it when Priscilla Presley was climbing
> a ladder in a skirt right above Leslie Nielsen; he looks up and
> comments: Nice Beaver! And she pulls a stuffed beaver off the shelf
> and agrees with him.

[Mark]
Yea, its better than "move the cat it is in the way".  Come to think
of it, however, there is no better villain than the macabre nemesis of
HMSS 007.  Never seen the secretary's pussy however.
>

>
> Dan:
> I believe he was born in 1924. Don't know the exact date. I am sure
> it's on Ian's site though.

[Mark]
My dad was born August 26, 1924.  But, he was on the wrong continent
at the wrong time.  Became a hero however.  His underground name was
Lange Jan, which means Long John.  He was six foot six.  Now he is
about six foot.
>

> Mark:
>> I am having a hard time figuring out the plot.
>>  Something about indians dying to meet girls who do not want to stay
>> unless God's prayers are answered.
>
> Dan:
> The way I see it, Lisa has been hurt by men her whole life, probably
> starting with a father who either deserted or ignored her. Yet she is
> attracted to them too, for reasons she cannot fathom. She hates being
> alone. So she reaches out, hoping to find that white knight who will
> take her up on his steed and carry her off into the sunset. But there
> are no white knights. So she is frustrated both with men and with
> herself for putting up with them.

[Mark]
I am reading a book by Gibson.  I can't make it out and I am
two-thirds of the way through it.  Something about a girl who is
working for the richest man after THE WAR, who incidentally killed her
father.
>
> The plot has to do with finding sanity in an insane world. Billy is
> quite literally out of his mind. There is no metaphor at work. He sees
> things and hears things that are not there. He is dangerous not only
> to himself but those around him. Yet he is so affable that people like
> Lisa are naturally drawn to him despite the consequences that he warns
> them about. Billy isn't an Indian and he isn't quite white. He falls
> somewhere between the cracks. His bloodline is not respected in either
> world.

[Mark]
I like that.  There are endless possibilities.  I have Don Quixote
next to my bed for night reading.  Check this out:

Chapter 60
Characters: Don Quixote and Sancho Panza
Scene: Riding on the way to Barcelona

he called out to DQ for help.  DQ, going to him, asked him what the
matter was, and what he was frightened at.  Sancho answered, that ll
those trees were full of men's legs and feet.  DQ felt them, and
immediately guessed what it was, and said to Sancho:
"You need not be afraid; for what you feel , without seeing, are
doubtless, the feet and legs of some robbers and banditti, who hanged
upon these trees: for here the officers hang them, when they can catch
them, by the twenties and thirties at a time, in clusters: whence I
guess I am not far from Barcelona"
And, in truth, it was as he imagined.
And now, the day breaking, they lift up their eyes, and perceived,
that the clusters hanging on those trees were so many bodies of
banditti: and, if the dead had scared them, no less were they
terrified by the above forty living banditti, who surrounded them
unawares, bidding them, in the Catalan tongue , to be quiet, and stand
\still, till their captain came.  DQ was on foot, his horse unbridled,
his lance leaning against a tree, and, in-short, defenseless; and
therefore he thought it best to cross his hands , and hang his head,
reserving himself for a better opportunity and conjecture.  Te robbers
fell to rifling Dapple , and stripping him of everything he carried in
the wallet or the pillion; and it fell out luckily for Sancho, that he
had scared the crowns given him the by duke, and those he brought from
home, in a  belt about his middle,  But for all that, these good folks
would have searched and examined him, even to what lay hidden between
the skin and the flesh, had not their captain arrived just in the
nick.

To be continued...
"
>

> One book I read recently, called Gilead, was written entirely in
> second person... a very well-constructed book that was more an open
> letter than what you would call a proper novel.

I like Ken Kesey's second novel, Sometimes a Great Notion.  He changes
the narator's view all the time and gets away with it.  If only I
could write like that.  I also wish I knew how to use colons like
Cervantes.
>
>>Mark:
>> Thanks for the literature,
>
> You're welcome. Thank you too for inspiring it.

Stop dawdling, get back to work, there are pages to be writ.

Mark
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