Friday, July 10, 2020

Rules for Readers, and The Fall of Rome

I read a tip once, I can't remember where: if you're traveling somewhere new to you, and you go to a restaurant and order x, and they ask you "do you want the y with that" (or something similar), just say yes. You'll be getting it the way the locals like it. Maybe you'll like it too, and at the least, you'll learn something.

If I were trying to collect useful tips for readers, and it looks like I am, my Rule #1 would be:

If you like what an author writes for money, seek out what he writes for love.

Or, less pithily but more accurately, if you like reading what an author is best known for, try to find things he's written out of love for the subject, or curiosity, or just for the hell of it. It doesn't always work, but sometimes you strike gold.

Like this nugget, with its dry title and dull dust jacket:



I recognized the author's name -- RA Lafferty, an idiosyncratic, not to say loopy, science fiction writer of the 60s and 70s, now mostly forgotten, whom I liked a lot. So I bought it (for $2.95 according to the bookseller's price penciled on the flyleaf) and read it.



The effect was sort of like watching a learned, sprightly old professor who, now and then, climbs on a unicycle and circles the lectern, or throws a bucket of glitter into the audience, while continuing to lecture.

You're reading along, enjoying the friendly, nonacademic prose, when all of a sudden he hits you with this:

The devil-gods of the Phoenicians were capable of a grin, for all their evil. In Greek verse or statuary we can never be sure that there is not an element of burlesque, or even that it is not all burlesque. Hittite serpents turn and bite themselves, and Egyptian mummies are buried with their childhood toys. There are Eastern minarets built in the form of a pun, and the most philosophical of all folks had a frog-faced deity. Chinese temple roofs turn up like cowlicks, and wooden Indians have been seen to wink. Only the old potato-faced Romans took themselves completely seriously.

Or this:

The drink of the Goths was wine, beer, and mead. Christian men had not yet been seduced by the oriental imposters tea and coffee; the nothing drinks.

Or this (again, of the Goths):

There is no record of their early philosophy. Since they were Germans, they must have constructed philosophical systems; and also, since they were Germans, these would have been erroneous.

I was going to finish by saying that copies of this book would be hard to find, but likely cheap if you found one. But I checked online, and boy, was I wrong. Four copies on Abebooks, one each on Amazon and EBay, prices ranging from $69.99 to $225. Including a remaindered copy with purple Magic Marker defacing the tail-edge, a leper in the bookselling world, for an insane $150. Well, if I've talked anyone into wanting to read the book, I offer my sincere apologies. But you can't borrow my copy.



14 comments:

The Dude said...

Top notch post, Mumpsimus, there is some real depth right there. And no, at those prices, I won't be buying a copy any time soon. Thanks for the review.

MamaM said...

Yes to Sixty's comment, with the quote below as fun as the others mentioned, and in keeping with the post itself!

The effect was sort of like watching a learned, sprightly old professor who, now and then, climbs on a unicycle and circles the lectern, or throws a bucket of glitter into the audience, while continuing to lecture.

deborah said...

A sweet find, Mumps, thanks for sharing it.

deborah said...

PS, looks like it qualifies as a 'slim volume.' I'm into manageability!

Mumpsimus said...

That picture makes it look slim, deborah, but it's a solid 302 pages.

ampersand said...

That Last entry sounds like something Will Cuppy would have wrote for "The Decline and Fall of Practically Everybody".

MamaM said...

Described as an electrical engineer on the wiki, his bio adds this:
Lafferty was himself a shy, bookish boy, most often found reading Robert Louis Stevenson, Mark Twain, or the entire Grolier’s Encyclopedia. Though his formal education ended with high school, Lafferty took night classes in German and electrical engineering. The former led to an eventual reading knowledge of perhaps 20 languages, the latter to a career selling parts at an electrical supply store.

An apocryphal story has it that a young Lafferty essayed a writing class, only to be told by the instructor that he needed to get out and live life for 20 years or so before returning to the typewriter. True or not, Lafferty wrote nothing more till 1957; instead, he absorbed others’ stories – from his frontier Irish kin, for instance, or from Native American or other blue-collar workmen met on the job.


From this, it sounds like he was familiar or at least willing to regard and explore his own inner castle as well. Lafferty's quirky prose drew from traditional storytelling styles, largely from the Irish and Native American, and his shaggy-dog characters and tall tales are unique in science fiction. Little of Lafferty's writing is considered typical of the genre. His stories are closer to tall tales than traditional science fiction and are deeply influenced by his Catholic beliefs; Fourth Mansions, for example, draws on The Interior Mansions of Teresa of Avila.

Mumpsimus said...

Yeah, you can see the Catholic in his writing, and you can really see the Irish. Here's the rest of the paragraph I excerpted above about what the Goths drank:

They knew that only the drink that moves itself, that undergoes a form of metamorphosis or fermentation, can be the resurrection and the life.

deborah said...

Thanks, Mumps.

Fascinating title, Amp :)

Trooper York said...

Excellent post Mums.

Thanks for joining us. Your posts have been consistently excellent so far.

Keep it up bub.

Trooper York said...

I try to keep it up too.

That why I post so many photos of bodacious ta tas. Just sayn'

deborah said...

Hear, hear!

Mumpsimus said...

Thanks, y'all.

ndspinelli said...

The enigmatic Mumps showing his chops. Way to step up.