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THE LAST WOLF

GUEST EPISODE · WITH SARA PEARL

Storyteller: Sara Pearl Host: Rick Scott

The wind wolves kick up foam flecks from a heaving sea as their hunt hurtles toward the horizon. I wonder: am the last left alive? The thought expands, vast as the lake, vast as the sea, vast as the sky… my mind cannot hold it." This is the tale of the last wolf in England, narrated by the wolf.

The unabridged version of Sara's story is available on Amazon Kindle for £2. A more traditional version of the Last Wolf can be heard in one of our bonus episodes.

ON HUMPHREY HEAD

with Sara Pearl

The train from Lancaster to Kent’s Bank runs over water. I’m reminded of the sea tram in Miyazaki’s Spirited Away, but we leave not a ripple in our wake. The sea sweeps beneath the rails and out the other side in a slick of silver, carving out crescents of sand and seabirds.

At Kent’s Bank, the platform borders high tide. Across the expanse of foam-flecked grey, a rim of dim shapes is visible: Lancaster and a ferry port, watermarks on the clouded horizon. There, across the water to the right, is the forest-furred outline of Humphrey Head.

Though this is the first time I’ve stood within sight of Humphrey Head, I know its plants, wildlife, views, the shape of its coastline in 1577, two centuries’ worth of local travelogues, and kilometres of the surrounding Google Streetviewed roads.

Yet, if you had mentioned Humphrey Head to me in 2017, I would’ve had no clue of its existence.

In spring 2018, I began to track the Cumbrian tale of the last wolf in England (also new to me), poring over worn 19th century travelogues on lectern-shaped cushions in the Rare Books room…

…leafing through a hefty 1978 volume of the Annals of Cartmel while the old timer for the ancient library lights clicked down into darkness…

…perching at a table in a local bakery at 7.30 a.m., zipping from stop to stop along Holy Well Lane via Google Streetview like a speedy virtual superhero…

…scrutinising antiquarian image archives for long-lost maps of the Cumbrian coastline…

…explaining to a patient librarian how a copy of a page from the Ulverston Advertiser from 1853 stored in the British Newspaper Archive would prove to be the clue to unravelling the whole mystery, and how very grateful I was to be holding it in my hand (I’m unsure the queue of readers behind me shared my enthusiasm).

The tale I had set out to find can be traced back to a poem entitled ‘The Last Wolf’ authored by the mysterious “P.” published in the Ulverston Advertiser on Thursday 28 April 1853 (Dr Rick Scott has a copy, if any reader cares to dare the chivalric epic).

On reflection, I pursued the legend with the combined fervour of folktale fangirl and (aptly) dogged detective. This culminated in The Last Wolf story you’ll be able to hear on Lore and Legend in November 2019. I’m still chasing a couple of leads, but case [almost] closed.

So, when I see Humphrey Head across the water, I feel a puzzle piece click into place: this is Humphrey Head in late summer on Sunday 1 September 2019, viewed from the north-east. If the past is anything to go by, this view will look very similar in another two to four centuries; I’m just passing through.

Across the tides of time, Christopher Saxton the cartographer is making measurements here in 1577, the Atkins family are traveling through in 1820, and Edwin Waugh is jotting down lyrical travelogue notes sometime in the mid-1800s…

The poem ‘The Last Wolf’ was printed just 3 years after the death of William Wordsworth who, with the Lake Poets, had popularised the Lake District as a place of outstanding natural beauty and literary interest. It is possible that both Atkins’ and Waugh’s Lake District travelogues were inspired by the Lake Poets’ lyrical descriptions of this region. The route of the poem encircles not only a geographical, but also a literary, cultural and historical landscape.

Though the route of ‘The Last Wolf’ seemed improbable, when drawn on a map with calculations of speed and distance, its furthest extent matched the distance a wolf can travel in a day, and the duration of the route corresponded with the distance a wolf can travel in urgency. The anonymous poet P may have been familiar with the endurance of horses or dogs, or have used an historical source in addition to Atkins’ letter. One notable feature of Atkins’, P’s and Mercier’s versions of the tale is the pervasive absence of the titular wolf, which in all three cases appears for just a few lines.

The humans of the Lake District claimed locations by naming them, as in the case of ‘Ulverston’, marking them with an edifice or monument like Wraysholme Tower or Cartmel Priory and creating a visual representation on a map. What did the same terrain mean to the wolf? Zoology and biology reveal that wolves mark by scent and sound, and demarcate territory by patrolling. If we read the route as the wolf’s territory, then every step in the poem represents land being claimed away from one creature by another. A wolf knows the land in ways humans never can: through scent, close to the ground, through intricate soundscapes and personal memories. This intimate knowledge is the wolf’s advantage. However, the wolf lacks the skills of tool-making and the domestication of dogs and horses. For the wolf, the route is demarcated by lieux de memoire similar to those described by Pierre Nora and those traditionally used by Arctic communities for navigation.

My retelling of the legend takes the Ulverston Advertiser’s ‘The Last Wolf’ as its starting point, following the route detailed in the poem. The themes of the poem include the demarcation of land and, as Mercier and Winder note, the fulcrum of an historical moment as an expanding agrarian landscape and lifestyle superseded the nomadic lifestyles of forest-dwelling wolves. In this legend, field is in conflict with forest, wolf with sheep, human with wolf. Mercier places the events of the legend in the fourteenth century, when the English wool industry was expanding and the related increase in the value of sheep flocks increased the expense of wolf-related sheep loss. As Winder notes, the thriving of sheep flocks in wolfless pastureland played a key role in the expansion of the English economy through the international wool trade.

My version aims to counterbalance the poem by imagining the wolf’s voice. In the present context of proposals for the rewilding of wolves in Scotland, the establishment of an Eden Project at Morecambe Bay, and Extinction Rebellion’s description of the fragility of our own human future, this tale is once again relevant to our times. This retelling is not straightforward advocacy - there is no doubt that a hungry wolf can be a hazardous companion for a human and a fatal one for a sheep. I would no more ask a human to cohabit with a wolf than invite a wolf to cohabit with a human.

Notably, P’s poem is a tale in which one wolf outruns all but one of ‘threescore men’ (Ulverston Advertiser, p. 4). Consequently, I started out with one important assumption: the wolf is smarter than me. As I sketched out a relief map of the route, I realised how much strategy of terrain it involved, and turned to Sun Tzu’s The Art of War for tactical advice. The wolf presented in the podcast is a virtual simulation - my model of data from various sources run through the narrative and geographic parameters outlined by the poem. I expect my model to fall short of the experiences and observations of people who work with wolves every day and apologise for the limitations of my research, knowledge and skill.

Having memorised the maps, landscape and travelogue accounts, Humphrey Head had became a place I felt I knew well. So, when passing by, I made a detour to read the land with my feet.

One must carefully cross train tracks to reach the village of Kent’s Bank. On the land side, a neatly-painted hut houses box seats, a tiny library and a display telling the story of Dennis Philips, who grew up here to become the youngest Station Master in the UK in 1956 and the final Station Master of Kent’s Bank. In melancholy contrast, the display records that no one now remembers the name of the porter who stands beside him, smiling in the ‘best kept station’ award photo. The tides of time reach further than the sea.

The station incorporates a small but airy whitewashed art studio filled with stained glass sun catchers and glazed ceramics. I ask directions of the gentleman supervising this Sunday afternoon.

Following the described route, the tarmac road climbs through woodland, up past well-appointed peak-roofed houses and bungalows with carefully tended gardens, to the crossroads at the edge of Kent’s Bank. From there, left down the steep and winding Jack’s Hill, passing sunflowers and a neat subterranean garage. Scattered houses spread out below, and a party of Nordic walkers marches by in full mountain gear, stopping to assure me this is the right direction.

Left again, through what appears to be a shared backyard, and down into a neat woodland avenue. Sunlight dapples the pale mud track, patterned with puddles and leaves. It is a tunnel of trees, the end a perfect circle of landscape, like a painted miniature.

Beyond this circle is an expanse of late summer sky. Left again, onto a well-kept tarmac track. Through a gate, I glimpse Humphrey Head, larger now. The afternoon sun adorns the roadside with a lace of leaf-shadows. The hedgerow is bright with harvest: thick clusters of green, red and blackberries, umbrellas of bright elder, pastel flowers. Above, the sky is soothing blue, floating motionless cotton wool clouds. Pastureland smoothly undulates to either side, a quilt stitched together with woodland. Sheep drift sleepily from pasture to pasture, mirroring the clouds.

Wraysholme Tower, squat and square, now incorporated into a farmhouse with cattle fields, caps a low rise to my left. The drive is gated off. Turning a curve in the road, I watch three unlit warning lamps and cross a railway line, deserted. Fields stretch in every direction. The sun catches the clouds with the brightness of a gleam through glass. Humphrey Head is clearly visible now, rising above the hedgerows. Tall old wooden telegraph poles run along the road; plain staves of wood with no footholds or fastenings, the wire simply looped and hooked at the top. This straight stretch of road continues all the way to the horizon, like the archetypal road of the American desert. I put one foot in front of the other, patient under the sun. One step becomes one thousand. Tall red grasses rustle above the hedgerow, feathered in the breeze.

At the end of the road, an old wooden signpost to Humphrey Head - the only one on the route - points right. The rise begins to sweep upward to my left, and a more modern sign notifies me of an upcoming left turn to Humphrey Head Outdoor Education Centre. I take it, climbing the grassy slope - and find myself on the gently rising back of the ridge.

Wading through long glossy grass, I pass embedded outcroppings of limestone, climbing upwards and upwards, passing grazing cows and hunched hawthorns, up and up, seeing the sinking sands of Morecambe Bay stretched, etched and mirror-bright to the right; emerald patchwork pastures spread out behind me; and a thin mane of woodland rising to the left. The curve of a rainbow crosses the distant rainclouds beyond.

The view is extraordinary - wisps of cloud catch the light like lantern flames. The low sun of a late summer afternoon sets the bay ablaze. Lone hawthorns curl sculpturally, clawing at the wind. A basic fence - simple staves and wire again - keeps walkers from sliding down the righthand slope into Holy Well Lane. The wind from that direction is extraordinary - a relentless, roaring, body-buffeting force hurling in from the sea. The tide has carved sinuous paths and channels into the bay. I wonder whether these change every day, demarcating a new map each time.

A herd of cows have braved the wind to graze along the ridge. The honey-coloured light of a sinking sun stretches the shadows further and further.

At the apex of Humphrey Head is a trig point (S5589). I realise now why Atkins and P favoured this as the vantage of the wolf - one can see for miles around, looking down at a living map, and the climb itself is not particularly onerous; a leisurely afternoon stroll rewarded with a disproportionately great view.

The outcroppings of rock are pale in colour and chalky in texture, with patches of dark grey and bright orange-yellow xanthoria parietina lichen. The water in one hollow is rust-coloured, but there is no trace of the rust marks from oxidised iron ore one would expect from deposits of the hematite famously found nearby in Barrow-in-Furness. I wonder whether the water is coloured by the lichen, which can be used as a pink dye.

Down the rocky ridge, the headland promontory extends into the tidal plain. A family are there, and seem to be watching an otter at play. Looking from the map on the wooden exit gate to the sands, I realise Holy Well Lane is flooded with a fast-flowing river of water, and call out to ask the family whether they can see the road from their position. The grandfather confirms it is flooded out. There is only one route back - over the ridge again - and no chance of seeing the Holy Well today. I climb a short way onto the rocky shelf above the fast flood, careful to keep safe footing, and to avoid stepping on what appears to be long grass but squelches alarmingly underfoot - there are numerous quicksand warnings in this area (in a yellow triangle, a tiny figure waves urgently while sinking below a black line).

Back over the ridge again. The family spin a frisbee across the blue and green of sky and land. The grandfather points out to me the distant cockle-picking tractors, who set out at low tide to scavenge the sands. I remember the cockle-pickers encountered by the Atkins family in Briggs’ Remains, more than a hundred years ago, and the more recent tragedy of the tides in Morecambe Bay. As the sun sets, shadows stretch across the grass, across the road, across the dirt track and Jack’s Hill - over which I struggle, but determinedly prove Nordic walking poles unnecessary - all the way across Kent’s Bank into evening, and later into night.

There is a preoccupation with and deep pride in the past at Kent’s Bank Station, Grange-over-Sands and Lancaster. Grange, particularly, has the air of a recently out of season Victorian seaside resort, with faux Norman arches in the station walls and elaborately swirling ironwork in bright heraldic shades (today, très steampunk). Standing under these arches, it does not seem strange for a faux-medieval poem to provide a frame narrative for the view from Humphrey Head, which may have been popular with the many 19th century visitors to the Lakes (it’s certainly the type of walk one could complete in a crinoline).

As the tide rolls out from the coastline of Kent’s Bank and Grange, it reveals a sometime undersea expanse of long grasses stretching all the way to the tideline; a perilous and temporary land of sinking sands.

For three days after finishing the recording script for Last Wolf, while battling ‘flu, I was haunted by the final scene:

It is like this: I am standing barefoot on the beach. The only sounds are the sound of the sea and a soft, high keening. The half-moon, high now, frosts waves inseparable in darkness from the sky. To the left, at the tideline, the hunter bends over the body of the wolf, wary, leaning heavily on his spear. To the right, by the rise, the one-eyed dog whines at the side of his companion, whose breath squeezes out in feeble wheezes. Further back, at the base of the cliff, the white hide of the horse spasms.

Around them, the night is quiet, calm and peaceful, and it feels like it shouldn’t be. It feels like there should be shouts or tears or protests, cortisol and adrenaline — some kind of noise, avalanche, tsunami, the clamour of disaster. But there’s just the breeze that brushes my arms and stirs my hair, cool salt and the sound of sea.

I wonder whether I told it wrong, whether that’s why I can’t leave. But this is the tale: of an ordinary day, in which terrible things happened. The protests are removed — they don’t occur here at this time, but in another place, centuries later. They can’t reach the casualties here. Would it make a difference to them, here, if they knew they were mourned by people whose hands can’t help them, whose voices can’t comfort them? But our only human representative here is the hunter, leaning on his spear, curved like the moon over the corpse of a creature he’s still too scared to touch (maybe it’s only playing dead). He doesn’t know this is the last wolf. He won’t realise until months or years later, and then won’t really care — except that it increases his fame. His colleague has already ridden home, ahead of the dark.

After a while — is the hunter counting the waves? — he will poke the corpse tentatively with his stick. Then roll it over. Monochrome in moonlight, it is clearly inanimate, stiffening. It was the wind, flickering in its fur, that frightened him. The eyeless dog limps from him to its companion, whining urgently, and this reminds him of the cold, that he is stranded, his aching, bruised and battered limbs, the long walk home. He looks at the horse — regretting, now, his recklessness? But he is determined. He staggers, slings the still-warm wolf over his shoulder. Its weight heats his back, shielding him from the cold. He remembers carrying his grandmother like this, some time before she died. Anchoring each step with his stick he follows his hound to the fallen one, sees it will not survive. What does he do then? In the morning, the tide will slide both horse and dog into the sea, after the peregrine feeds.

The hunter walks from the beach, slowly, painfully, stumbling, the hound’s high cry rebuking him, through the high grass, the billowing wind, step by step through the strange nocturnal world, accompanied by the inexorable moon. Gold points across the plain widen into planets, spheres, window panes. And he walks to the gate and the gatekeeper is silent, awed, shocked speechless. And he walks across the torchlit courtyard and through the muddy straw-strewn yard and under the archway, through cool halls which resound with the sounds of riotous feasting and abandonment. His slow steps echo, forgotten. And he enters, unnoticed at first, and then a hush spreads out, and out, and out… and there is only silence… and then a roar.

But I do not elect this representative. So I am on the beach, where I cannot leave her, standing in a frozen moment.

‘Vigil’, one calls it. Mourning ’til morning.

Now, having named it, I settle cross-legged on the sand, understand, and see the sun rise at last. I realise I am cold, damp with sea spray, and sand-sore… and I can leave the scene.

I catch the train back toward Lancaster in rain - sea and sky submerged in mist - and watch tiny seabirds shelter from the wind in wave-carved ripples of sand. The sea has the last word here, writing its story onto the land, erasing and writing again.

Here are a few pieces of flotsam and jetsam found on the shores of time, circa 2018-19:

—In 1538 the first Guide to the Sands of Morecambe Bay was appointed. This role survives today: http://www.guideoversands.co.uk/history/ and https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2019/apr/12/sands-of-time-run-out-for-queens-guide-to-morecambe-bay

—In 1577, a cartographer named Christopher Saxton published a map of Lancashire. On surviving copies of this map, Humphrey Head is clearly marked, though the shape of the sands and tideline are a little different to those on Google Maps 2019.

—In 1820, Leonard Atkins, in the company of his sister and uncle, travelled around the Lake District describing their journey via letters to his brother Tom, who was studying at Cambridge. Atkins included two stories from his uncle: ‘Wraysholme Tower' and ‘The Last Harrington’. These letters were later published in the Lonsdale Magazine, edited by John Briggs, and collected in The remains of John Briggs (1825).

—In 1825, the widow and friends of John Briggs published a compilation of The remains of John Briggs: containing Letters from the Lakes; Westmorland as it was; Theological essays; Tales; Remarks on the Newtonian theory of light; and Fugitive pieces / to which is added a sketch of his life, including Atkins’ letters.

—On Thursday 28 April 1853, the Ulverston Advertiser published a poem entitled ‘The Last Wolf’ by the mysterious “P.”.

—In 1864, Edwin Waugh included the same poem entitled ‘The Last Wolf’ by an anonymous author in his book Rambles in the Lake Country and its Borders.

—On Thursday 5 June 1873, the poem ‘The Last Wolf’ was reprinted by the Ulverston Advertiser.

—In 1884, Mrs Jerome Mercier used the narrative of the poem ‘The Last Wolf’ as a frame for a Christian romance novel for young readers.

Since Mrs Mercier’s The Last Wolf in 1884, this Cumbrian tale has fallen out of favour, though the title ‘The Last Wolf’ has been used in English by writers including Jim Crumley, MacGillivray, Mini Grey, László Krasznahorkai, Margaret Mayhew, Michael Morpurgo, David Shaw Mackenzie, David Stephen and Robert Winder. As Jim Crumley notes in his excellent exploration of wolves, last wolf tales proliferate. Creative works with this title can be found in Spanish ‘el ultimo lobo’, in French ‘le dernier loup’ and in Simplified Chinese ‘最后一只狼’. There is perhaps a fascination with the wolf viewed from a human perspective, with uniqueness and loss.

Bibliography

—Anon.,‘The Last Wolf’, in Soulby’s Ulverston Advertiser and General Intelligencer [newspaper] (Ulverston: 28 April 1853 and 5 June 1873), The British Newspaper Archive [online archive]. https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk accessed May 2019.

—Bravo, Michael, North Pole: Nature and Culture (Reaktion Books, 2018)

—Briggs, John, ‘Letters III’, The remains of John Briggs: containing Letters from the Lakes; Westmorland as it was; Theological essays; Tales; Remarks on the Newtonian theory of light; and Fugitive pieces / to which is added a sketch of his life (Kirkby Lonsdale: A. Foster, 1825) pp. 35-39.

—Cumbria County History Trust, ‘Old Maps of Cumbria Gallery’ [online gallery] (2018). https://www.cumbriacountyhistory.org.uk/gallery/old-maps-cumbria-gallery accessed 10 December 2018.

—Google, ‘Cumbria’, ‘Humphrey Head’, ‘Kirkhead', ‘Holker’, ‘Newby’, ‘Leven’, ‘Torver’, ‘Coniston Old Man’, ‘Esthwaite’, ‘Sawrey's Pass’, ‘Windermere’, ‘Gummerhowe’, ‘Withels Lack’, ‘Aggerslack’, ‘Grange’, Google Images [online image repository] (2018). https://www.google.com/imghp?hl=en accessed 21 December 2018.

—Google, ‘Humphrey Head’ (street view), ‘Cartmel’ (street view), ‘Kirkhead’ (street view), ‘Holker’ (street view), ‘Newby’ (street view), ‘Leven’ (street view), ‘Torver’ (street view), ‘Coniston Old Man’ (street view), ‘Esthwaite’ (street view), ‘Sawrey’s Pass’ (street view), ‘Windermere’ (street view), ‘Gummerhowe’ (street view), ‘Withels Lack’ (street view), ‘Aggerslack’ (street view), ‘Grange’ (street view), Google Maps [online map] (2018). https://www.google.com/maps accessed 21 December 2018.

—Harris, Michelle, and Hughes, Brian, ‘Saxton’s Map 1577’, The Fylde & Wyre Antiquarian [website] (30 May 2007). http://wyrearchaeology.blogspot.com/2007/05/saxtons-map-1577.html accessed 10 December 2018.

—Mercier, Mrs. Jerome, The last wolf: a story of England in the fourteenth century (London: Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge; New York: E. & J. B. Young and Co., 1884).

—Norgate, Jean, and Norgate, Martin, ‘Saxton 1579: Map, hand coloured engraving, Westmorlandiae et Cumberlandiae Comitatus ie Westmorland and Cumberland, scale about 5 miles to 1 inch, by Christopher Saxton, London, engraved by Augustinus Ryther, 1576, published 1579-1645’, Guides to the Lakes [website] (2014). http://www.geog.port.ac.uk/webmap/thelakes/html/saxton/sax9fram.htm accessed 10 December 2018.

—Stockdale, James, Annals of Cartmel (Beckermet: Michael Moon, 1978) pp. 5-20, 141-160.

—Sun Tzu, The Art of War (Filiquarian: November 2007; first published circa 5th century BC).

—Waugh, Edwin, ‘Over Sands to the Lakes: Chapter the Second’, Rambles in the Lake Country and its Borders (Manchester: John Heywood, 143, Deansgate; London: Simpkin, Marshall, and Co., 1864) pp. 77-83.

—Winder, Robert, ‘Peter and the Wolf’, The Last Wolf: The Hidden Springs of Englishness (London: Little, Brown, 2017) pp. 1-11.

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various career headcanons, verses & au’s for tripp! a.k.a. what does this guy even ACTUALLY do?

{ ooc // there's absolutely no information or real clues on what tripp does for a living. flypaper takes course over a single evening, and it never comes up. it's seriously never mentioned once in the entire movie what he might do to make an earning. no comments about jobs.

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threads tend to go into an unspecified main verse where i just kind of go with whatever works in the moment, but feel free to request a specific flavor tripp from the menu below.

STRONGEST CONTENDERS FOR JOBS:

✖ ||: ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ( police informant verse. ) — tripp is the eyes and ears of the city always finding himself in shitty situations to figure things out for cops, though withholding information and misleading them as he sees fit. you know, I really like this one. it keeps the crime / comedy times rolling. always getting into trouble, this man. i like to think of him a bit like a crime billboard, or a criminal guide for people. if you need to know where to find someone or something, tripp could probably get you where you need to go. likely not his job, but a great one to write in to continue the same theme, setting and mood of the film regarding him getting swept up in crime as an anxious, obsessive and observant civilian.

✖ ||: ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʜɪʟᴇ? ( travelogue writer & photographer verse. ) — with a sharp and keen eye, never wanting to stay in one place and winding up in locations he never thought he would be in, tripp's made a decent living as a freelancer for travel blogs and magazines writing about local life. it's the most domestic and normal career of his I like. just a small point & snap and his trusted laptop to work on his own schedule and go wherever he wants. the freedom is important to him.

✖ ||: ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴ ʙᴀɴᴅᴡɪᴅᴛʜ ɪɴᴛᴇʀғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ( technology / repair / engineering verse. ) — tripp is known to steal everything to take it all apart. the clicker, the gun, the detonators. if it has moving parts and he can pry it open, he's going to. i have headcanons that as a kid he would often be found beside a completely gutted appliance, be it a radio, a remote, a phone, to try figure out how it works and put it back together again (and his dad being pissed when he couldn't). another more normal and domestic career for him to have would be in the stem career clusters. i even think he would be really, really good at like, repairing watches and radios for people for cash. pretty lowkey, on his own. i think it probably makes the most sense. while writing this, I found additional evidence that this may be the case, as tripp says later on in the movie, “each [ fax ] has a blemish that appears every 3.2 inches. it is made when the printing drum has a scratch on it.” i think it’s very likely that tripp is a sort of a freelance repairman.

GAMBLING / HIGH STAKES VERSE:

✖ ||: ɪ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴋ?! ( high stakes gambling verse. ) — tripp is really, really good at counting cards and statistics and probabilities. ' what amazing luck! ' they say. only, the casinos don't quite believe that anymore. he’s cheated too many people out of their money. another crime / comedy verse to keep the fun times rolling. funny enough flypaper was produced by the same people who made 'the hangover' so you know that kind of a verse isn't that big of a stretch for my crime comedy boy. get into some always sometimes monsters feels in here. wanted for cheating people out of money, being chased, but a living the high life kind of mischievous tripp.

A PERSONAL FAVORITE VERSE / AU:

✖ ||: ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴍᴀɴ ( detective / private investigator verse. ) — tripp managed to find himself a job on the police force or as an investigator for private citizens. he's sent all the cold cases to pour over and question and run on long goose chases to follow minuscule leads. he's sort of human resources worst nightmare, internal affairs has about a field day every other week with some shit he does, but no one else wastes their career on desperately and frantically plugging after decades old cases no one believes will be solved. he keeps himself generally busy and away from other "real" officers doing their jobs, but solving case after case people had given up on gives him enough leeway.

MOVIE SPOILERS & DIVERGENCES:

✖ ||: ᴡᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴄᴏɴ ( bank robber verse. ) — post-flypaper. tripp is a bank robber and con artist with, or without, his new partner from flypaper after it concludes ( this one includes spoilers in the writing, if you don't want spoilers, go rent Flypaper and then come back! ). He's not a fan of killing at all. Not that he minds it. Because he will kill if he has to. He just really rather wouldn't.

✖ ||: ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴋɪʀᴛ sᴡᴇᴇᴛɪᴇ ( divergent dark tripp / vicellous drum. ) a verse where the scene that really ended up making or breaking the movie for me turns out to BREAK IT instead of MAKE IT. tripp is actually the number one criminal on the fbi's most wanted list leaving behind a trail of bodies. he makes himself unknown and plays the part of smart and trustworthy hostage to the people being held captive and pretends to solve the chaos he originally insured in order to

DRUG & CRIME AU:

✖ ||: sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴏʀ ᴘʀᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ? ( a drug au. ) — you need some kind of medications, tripp is your guy. not much else to be said here, but I do like to sometimes imagine his growly "never trust anything from the street." quote as being from personal experience and his strife with other dealers. my tripp, regardless of verse, takes a lot of medications, he overuses them to the point of toxicity and chemical dependencies as part of his obsessive tendencies bc no med actually gets taken every hour for psych symptoms like in the movie, esp. not depakene like tripp says he needs hourly. anyhow, for this verse, tripp can always get his hands on scripts and sell them out. adderall, xanex, percocet. you name it, he can probably get his hands on it for money by rotating a bajillion doctors and pharmacies. i also wouldn’t exactly put it past his characterization to stretch things a little and throw him in as a supplier. awkward, shifting, anxious boy in charge of a drug lab would be rather fun in my opinion. he probably also steals stuff and sells it tbh. just an au i enjoy thinking about from time to time that could be fun.

#✖ ||: ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ( police informant verse. )#✖ ||: ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʜɪʟᴇ? ( travelogue writer & digital photographer verse. )#✖ ||: ᴡᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴄᴏɴ ( bank robber verse. )#✖ ||: sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴏʀ ᴘʀᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ? ( a drug au. )#✖ ||: ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴋɪʀᴛ sᴡᴇᴇᴛɪᴇ ( divergent dark tripp / vicellous drum. )#✖ ||: ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴ ʙᴀɴᴅᴡɪᴅᴛʜ ɪɴᴛᴇʀғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ( technology / repair / engineering verse. )#✖ ||: ɪ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴋ?! ( high stakes gambling verse. )#✖ ||: ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴍᴀɴ ( detective / private investigator verse. )#tag dump #long post for ts

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miscellaneouswritingstuff · 3 years

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practice #5

I really want this to be a full fic, so it's a WIP now.

KaiShin AU: You've Got Mail!, except it's a phantom thief and the detective trying to catch him.

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Dearest friend, Ah, but the art of deduction is a purely intellectual one, satisfying for the exerciser and providing little to anyone else. May I suggest performance? Wherein the audience itself is the puzzle, and unlocking it is a feat worthy of even the greatest Holmeses. Not to mention, when all is said and done, the audience is entertained and so are you.

Esteemed correspondent, Most great deductions, and inductions for that matter (for Holmes was an inducer; if Doyle has a fault it is muddling the vocabulary of logic), find willing audiences in those who study them. I cannot overstate the beauty in logic, mine or otherwise. Your assumption that deduction brings joy to only the reasoner, therefore, is flawed. I know what you are trying to do, however, and rest assured that I am entertained.

Darling epistler, Then all is well! With a heavy heart I shall have to accept your supposition that deduction is the highest form of art. Excuse me while I dust off my neglected Euclid; for he’s the original and therefore best, isn’t that right?

Dear friend, I believe you are trying to provoke me.

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KAITO

Kaito snorts with glee when he sees the message waiting for him. He is one hundred percent trying to get a rise out of HolmesFan94. He leans his broom on the counter and begins to tap out a response. A provoking response.

“Oh, the mystery guy,” Aoko says nosily, sweeping by with the feather duster. “Mr. Grindr.”

“Don’t call him that,” Kaito says automatically, not looking up and not picking up his broom. The bookshop doesn’t need it. They cleaned last night. Aoko just has this weird obsession with last-minute cleaning before opening. Kaito thinks she gets it from Hakuba.

“You met on a hookup app and don’t even know what he looks like. That’s so tacky! And bizarre.”

“It’s alluring.”

Aoko dusts around him aggressively, bumping into the broom on purpose. “I bet he’s a serial killer. That’s why you’ve never seen his face.”

“Eh, I could take him,” Kaito says coolly. In more ways than one.

As if she hears what he’s thinking, the duster smacks into his face. “Ew! You don’t even know if he’s hot!”

“Nah, I know,” Kaito chokes out, coughing in the dust cloud Aoko’s made. How does one cleaning implement hold so much dirt?

“What? How?”

“His vibes.”

Aoko rolls her eyes. “Whatever. Help me open up.”

Kaito abandons his broom and grabs the pole to pull out the awning, even though he can do without. Aoko says climbing the walls and doing acrobatics on the ceiling “stresses the structural integrity of the building.”

Yeah, right. She just doesn’t want the neighbors to see.

Almost as soon as Kaito settles the awning and flips the sign in front to “open,” the shop bell tinkles and their first customer comes in, a little woman with skin as wrinkled as a pickled plum, leaning on a cane.

“Hashimoto-sensei!” Aoko says, suddenly all chipper and professional. “That new travelogue, right? It’s still in the back. Give me a second!”

“Aren’t you lovely,” Hashimoto says gratefully.

“Are you looking forward to tonight’s heist?” Kaito queries politely, as Aoko bustles off. “As a fellow KID fan.”

Hashimoto’s eyes light up like a child’s in a candy shop. She thumps her cane on the ground. “Am I! I tell you, we’re in for a show!”

Kaito nods, grinning. Right! Absolutely! Finally, someone who understands!

“I haven’t looked forward to anything this much since my own wedding in ’62!”

Wow, really? Better make the fireworks extra bright, just for Hashimoto-sensei.

“Because the best heists always feature the KID Killer!”

Because the… the WHAT?

“Hashimoto-sensei, I think you’re confused,” Kaito says politely. “That guy’s been retired for years.” Went to university, or something.

“And any KID fan should know retirement isn’t always permanent! They announced it in the news this morning.”

Poker face, poker face, poker face. Kaito’s never been one to back down from a challenge, but he’s definitely getting more than his daily recommended dose of adrenaline right now. He’ll have to make way too many adjustments for the heist tonight, and just after he’d finished preparing everything.

What a stupid moniker, anyway! KID Killer-san — real name Kudo Shinichi, real occupation wannabe detective — has never even come close to a) murdering Kaito, or b) preventing him from executing a successful heist. (For certain definitions of not close.) No, any homicide is purely rhetorical.

That guy is a pain in the ass.

“Here’s your book, Hashimoto-sensei,” Aoko says, coming out of the storeroom. “And it’ll be a eight hundred yen.”

“Oh, thank you, dear!”

When Hashimoto has paid and left, Kaito turns to Aoko and opens his mouth.

“No,” she says, without looking at him. “You can’t leave early today.”

“But—”

“I need you to help with the window trimmings tonight. It’s too bad if you need to lay more escape routes just because the KID Killer is going to be there.”

“You knew about this,” Kaito accuses.

She grins nastily. “Might have heard something from my dad.”

“That’s not fair.”

“If you hadn’t been so busy with Mr. Grindr, you might have heard something, too,” she says airily.

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SHINICHI

“I can’t believe I got put on the KID task force,” Shinichi says, knocking his forehead into his fist, elbow on his desk. “They don’t care about anything I’ve done since high school.”

“It’s just a slap on the wrist, you’ll be back to poking dead bodies in no time,” Ran says cheerfully, perched on top of his desk in her newly-issued uniform. Easy for her to say; she got her first choice, Theft in Division 3. “Anyway, you shouldn’t have said those things to Superintendent Hakuba.”

“Well, he was wrong.”

“Hmm,” says Ran, and very graciously does not say, and so were you.

“I’m going to catch him. They can’t keep me on the KID force if there’s no KID.”

He can almost see her rolling her eyes, but just then his phone starts to vibrate, a burst of staccato buzzing, and Shinichi raises his head at once, reaching smoothly for it. “Hang on, Ran, this is important…” He taps at the screen.

“It’s the no-picture Tinder guy!” Ran exclaims, all of a sudden off the desk and peering over his shoulder. Shinichi almost drops the phone. “Aren’t you glad Hattori-kun and I swiped right on him?” She pokes at the screen, scrolling up before Shinichi can stop her. ”Gosh, you’ve talked a lot… wow, you’re both gigantic nerds.”

“No one asked you,” Shinichi says, actually offended. “And it’s not Tinder!” He snaps the screen off before she can do any actual damage.

“Aren’t you going to ask him for a photo or something?”

Instead of answering immediately, Shinichi fiddles with the buttons on his phone. “I’m going to do better than that. I’m going to ask him to meet up,” he admits at last.

“You are?” Ran exclaims, clapping her hands together. Hearts are practically beaming out of her eyes.

“Whoa, hey, don’t get ahead of yourself! It’ll only be coffee or something. And maybe he won’t even say yes.”

“But he has to say yes!”

Shinichi is glad he hasn’t told her he knows exactly which bookstore the mystery man works at. Or even that he works at a bookstore. Or anything else Shinichi’s inferred, like the fact that he moonlights as a stripper.

It had been all too easy to put together the clues: late-night work, hints of being on the wrong side of polite society, an almost maniacal love of performance, a talent for provocation. When he thinks about it, Shinichi gets a tiny bit jealous, even though the guy is probably just exhibitioning for straight women.

“So when are you asking him out?”

Shinichi runs his hand through his hair. “Tonight. After the heist. After I catch Kaitou KID.”

#mws-dcmk #mws-kaishin #wip

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eyfey · 4 years

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MANGA REC LIST

I’ve been meaning to update this for a while, and I finally got around to it!

if you’re looking for some new manga to read, here’s my rec list below:

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These are all varying levels of good- some are AMAZING and some are just a fun read.

For the most part I tried not to include REALLY popular series (like yeah: One Punch Man and Detective Conan and One Piece and whatever are good! but also you’ve probably already read them!)

Also, the categories are just for the sake of organization- take them with a grain of salt. Most of the series are comedy, even those not in the comedy section.

Bonus: here’s a post with more detailed descriptions for 10 of these series, including an example page from each.

and you can also check my manga recs tag I guess

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~2/20/21 UPDATE~

Hey! Comedy! -Hatarakanai Futari -Rojiura Kyoudai -Komi-san wa Komyushou Desu -Nazeda Naitou -Mechanical Marie Fun Times with Monsters and Demons -Yuko Sae Tatakaeba -Mairimashita! Iruma-kun -Maou-jou de Oyasumi -Nicola's Leisurely Demon World Travelogue -Heterogeneous Linguistics It's Romcom! -Futari Ashita mo Sorenari ni -Boku no Kokoro no Yabai Yatsu -Koudaike no Hitobito -Soushi Souai -The Story of an Engaged Couple That Doesn't Get Along Chill Slice o' Life -Yugami-kun ni wa Tomodachi ga Inai -Skip to Loafer -Kimi wa Houkago Insomnia -Koi wa Hikari -Boku to Kimi no Taisetsu na Hanashi Watercolor Vibes -Blue Period -Machida-kun no Sekai -Tokyo Alien Bros -Otoyomegatari -Witch Hat Atelier LGBT -Uchi no Musuko wa Tabun Gay (My Son is Probably Gay) -Shimanami Tasogare (Our Dreams At Dusk) -Sorairo Flutter (That Blue Sky Feeling) -Ao no Flag (Blue Flag) -Kimi ni wa Todokanai (I Will Not Reach You) Gender Bender Time -Pumpkin Time (MTF) -Queen Cecia's Shorts (FTM) -About a Lazy Guy Who Woke Up as a Girl One Morning (MTF) -The Villain Discovered My Identity (FTM) -Irregular Empress (FTMTF) The DRAMA of it All -Oshi no Ko -Three Days of Happiness -Inso's Law -Cheese in the Trap -I Will Die Soon ngl These are Kinda Fucked Up (but like... still really good) -Sachiiro no One Room -I Shaved. Then I Brought a High School Girl Home -Bastard (Hwang Youngchan) -Yuki ni Tsubasa -Hibiki - Shousetsuka ni Naru Houhou Sounds Weird at First but Actually They’re p Good -Ano Hito no I ni wa Boku ga Tarinai -Sono Bisque Doll wa Koi wo Suru -Otome Kaijuu Caramelize -Mieruko-chan -Kusuriya no Hitorigoto Webtoons that are Good to Read -Homeless (or some sites have it as “No Home”) -Dam of the Forest -End and Save -Please Take Care of Me in This Life as Well -Her Summon Violence! (but like- also comedy) -The Violence Action -Nanba MG5 -Saihate no Paladin -Raise wa Tanin ga Ii -Spy x Family Isekai ~Boyz Night~ -Kamitachi ni Hirowareta Otoko -Maou ni Natta node, Dungeon Tsukutte Jingai Musume to Honobono suru -Kage no Jitsuryokusha ni Naritakute -Isekai Yakkyoku -Isekai Ojisan Isekai ~Girlz Night~ -Honzuki no Gekokujou -Sengoku Komachi Kuroutan: Noukou Giga (technically this one is time travel not isekai but close enough) -Crimson Karma -Beast with Flowers -The Lady’s Spaceship Isekai but with Food -Dungeon Meshi -Tondemo Skill de Isekai Hourou Meshi -Gensou Gourmet -Isekai Izakaya "Nobu" -Isekai Ryouridou Reincarnated as a Villainess -When the Villainess Loves -Beware of the Villainess! -Villainess Level 99 ~I May Be the Hidden Boss but I'm Not the Demon Lord~ -Jishou Akuyaku Reijou na Konyakusha no Kansatsu Kiroku -Otome Game no Hametsu Flag shika nai Akuyaku Reijou ni Tensei shite shimatta... Lady Knight! (when the lady is also a knight!) -Emperor and the Female Knight -Blinded by the Setting Sun -Bring the Love -Truthfully They Only Remembered Her -This Girl Is a Little Wild Reborn as a lil Babby -Who Made Me a Princess -Am I the Daughter? -Lady Baby -The Twin Siblings -The Youngest Princess More Children, but These Ones Weren’t Reincarnated (Probably) -Chichi to Hige-Gorilla to Watashi -Baby, Kokoro no Mama ni! -Yotsubato! -Dungeon Nursery -The Monster Duchess and Contract Princess Look: It's about FAMILY -Yuzuki-san Chi no Yon Kyoudai -Ohayou Toka Oyasumi Toka -Ikoku Nikki -Mizu wa Umi ni Mukatte Nagareru -A Boy's Scar

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~ORIGINAL LIST: Made sometime in like 2017 or 2018~

COMEDY my dude -Saiki Kusuo no PSI nan -Pyu to Fuku! Jaguar -Sket Dance -My Name is Zushio -Samon the Summoner Supernatural pt1 (Youkai) -Demi-chan wa Kataritai -Natsume Yuujinchou -Satou-kun no Juunan Seikatsu -Fukigen na Mononokean -Takeo-chan Bukkairoku Supernatural pt 2 (Not-Youkai) -Hinamatsuri -Lookism -Mob Psycho 100 -Spirit Circle -Flying Witch Kinda Old n’ Obscure -Kyuukyoku Choujin R -Kyou Kara Ore Wa -Lucu Lucu -Ocha Nigosu -Yamada Tarou Monogatari Gender Benders/Crossdressing/Body Swaps -Shishunki Bitter Change -Usotsuki Lilly -AKB49 -Prunus Girl -Samurai High School Shounen/Seinen Series with Fighting -Birdmen -Saike mata Shitemo -Vinland Saga -Ajin -To You the Immortal (Fumetsu no Anata e) Shounen/Seinen Series without Fighting -Piano no Mori -3-gatsu no Lion -Hammer Session -Kings’ Viking -Oyasumi Punpun Romance pt1 (a mixed bag) -Love is Hard for an Otaku -High Score Girl -Horimiya -Ojojojo -Hoshino, Me wo Tsubutte Romance pt2 (It’s about the comedy) -Kaguya wants to be Confessed to -Ouji ga Watashi o Akiramenaide -Boku wa Ohimesama ni narenai -Yandere Kanojo -Tsurezure Children Romance pt2 (Very Shoujo) -Warau Kanoko-sama (and the sequel: Koi dano Ai dano) -Ore Monogatari -Last Game -Nekota no Koto ga Kininatte Shikatanai -Akagami no Shirayuki Hime Romance pt3 (Less about the romance, more about other stuff) -Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun -Karakuri Odette -ReLIFE -Pochi Kuro -Akatsuki no Yona Look. Just trust me on these. -Lucifer and the Biscuit Hammer -Sumire 16-sai -Fujimi Lovers -Angel Densetsu -Nickelodeon You said it’s about… what? (weird plot but good) -Donyatsu -Shiori Experience -Uchi no Maou Kamimasen yo -Makai no Ossan -Katana (Kamata Kimiko) Warning: Ecchi (but still p good actually) -Mousou Telepathy -Hatsukoi Zombie -Sankarea -Rosario to Vampire -Boku Girl Mostly just Cute -Bird Cafe -Gokicha!! -Odette -Nukoduke -Ryuushika Ryuushika Taking Care Of Children (Extra Adorable) -Chichikogusa -Gakuen Babysitters -Flat -Hisohiso - silent voice -Love So Life Girl + Supernatural Creature = Great -Mahoutsukai no Yome -Somali no Mori no Kamisama -Kuro -Totsukuni no Shoujo -Suijin no Hanayome (by Touma Rei) New Start In Another World (isekais) -Ore to Kawazu-san no Isekai Hourouki -Kumo desu ga, nani ka? -+A Taichi -Moon-led Journey Across Another World -The New Gate RPG World (technincally not isekais? but very isekai-ish) -Tsuyokute New Saga -Good Night World -Sekai Maou -Toaru Ossan no VRMMO Katsudouki -Senyuu 4koma pt1 (Focus on Girl(s)) -Dekoboko Girlish -Love Lab -Tomo-chan wa Onna no ko! -Waratte! Sotomura-san -T-Rex na Kanojo 4koma pt2 (Focus on Guy(s)) -Kuzumi-kun Kuuki Yometemasuka? -Handa-kun -Kao ni Dasenai Yoshizawa-kun -Tanaka-kun wa Itsumo Kedaruge -Tonari no Seki-kun Technically a Harem??? (whatever- don’t worry about it) -Rokudo no Onnatachi -Jitsu-wa Watashi wa -Chikyuu no Houkago -Yamada and the 7 witches -Fujimura-kun Mates

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Also keep an eye out for if these ever get picked up (very few chapters translated or Japan only)

-Moukin-chan -Kawaii Hito (Saitou Ken) -Time Slip Ota Girl

#manga recs

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WIP Game

Tagged by @neolithicprophet, thank you! Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Oh boy, I shuffled my 'originals' WIP folder with my 'fic' WIP folder. Lol, if anyone's curious, go nuts.

Alternate Shepards story (Mass Effect) Ask Not (Mass Effect) Big Bang #3 (Mass Effect) Dark House (original) Detective Musical Romance (original) James (Mass Effect) Kid Fic Snips (Mass Effect) Left of Odd (Mass Effect) Liminal Catalog (original) Maybe I'll Wait (Mass Effect) Mob time (original) Mood Ring (original) Relay 17 Over Fargo (original) Righteous Indignation (Mass Effect) Rind of the World duology (original) Sausage Blog (original) Take the Pill (original) The Boutique Heavens (original) The Lowing of a Sacred Cow (original) The Travelogue of William Turster (original) 'Thorough' Story (original) Twist Mechanic (original) Play-Verse, Draft (Mass Effect) Wedding Band (Mass Effect) Werewolf Thing (Mass Effect)

Hoo golly, I will not be tagging as many people as I have WIPs. If you haven't done it yet, I tag @bardofheartdive, @stonelions, anyone else who's into it.

#ask meme #WIPs

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brokehorrorfan · 3 years

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Flight to Mars will be released on Blu-ray and DVD on July 20 via The Film Detective. The 1951 science fiction film is produced by Walter Mirisch (The Great Escape, West Side Story, Invasion of the Body Snatchers).

Lesley Selander (Lassie) directs from a script by Arthur Strawn (The Black Room). Marguerite Chapman and Cameron Mitchell star with Arthur Franz, Virginia Huston, John Litel, and Morris Ankrum.

Flight to Mars has been newly restored in 4K from the original 35mm Cinecolor separation negatives. A booklet is included. Special features are listed below.

Special features:

Audio commentary by film historian Justin Humphreys

Walter Mirisch: From Bomba to Body Snatchers featurette with sci-fi artist Vincent Di Fate

Interstellar Travelogues: Cinema's First Space Race featurette

Booklet with “Mars at the Movies” essay by author Don Stradley

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handeaux · 3 years

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Ghostbuster! Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Came To Cincinnati To Chat With Spirits

Cincinnati loved Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, even though the great author left Sherlock Holmes behind on his only two visits to Cincinnati.

On his first visit, in 1894, Mr. Doyle arrived in Cincinnati not quite a year after he killed off Holmes and Moriarty at the Reichenbach Falls. He told the Cincinnati Post [17 October 1894]:

“Yes, it was a case of cold-blooded murder, and when I killed Sherlock Holmes I killed my best friend. But I had to kill him. It was a case of self-defense. I had written 26 stories about him and the mental strain consequent on the working up of the adventures was proving too much for me.”

During his brief stay, Sir Arthur was ensconced in the grand Burnet House. He lectured at the Odd Fellows Temple at the northwest corner of Seventh and Elm. His informal lecture, warmly received, consisted of a desultory memoir of his experiences as a writer.

While in town, he managed a couple of literary sorties, touring libraries and bookstores. At the Public Library, Head Librarian Albert W. Whelpley showed him around, but Doyle was more entranced by the young ladies of the staff. According to the Cincinnati Enquirer [24 October 1894]:

“Librarian Whelpley was conducting Mr. Doyle through the institution and introduced him to the lady attendants, with whom the great Englishman seemed charmed, while they were somewhat fluttered in the presence of the novelist, except one. She smilingly took his arm and led him toward an empty shelf. ‘See, Mr. Doyle, this empty shelf,’ she said with arch smile. Mr. Doyle nodded assent. ‘Well, there is the spot where your books are kept, but they are all in circulation.’ Mr. Doyle understood the delicate compliment and blushed like a schoolgirl.”

Doyle commended the Robert Clarke bookstore so effusively that Clarke used the quote in his advertising for years to come. Cincinnati dining, however, earned lukewarm reviews. Doyle had never eaten sweet potatoes before this trip to the Colonies and said he rather liked them, but had nothing good to say about corn on the cob and he was diplomatically neutral about eggplant.

When Doyle returned to the Queen City almost 30 years later, he again left his iconic detective at home. Even though he had since resurrected Holmes for several stories and books, on his 1923 tour Doyle presented himself as a missionary for spiritualism. Although his interest in communicating with the dead grew over several decades, Doyle’s fascination with the practice amplified after his son, Kingsley, was killed in military service during World War I.

Doyle took rooms in the Sinton Hotel and secured the Emery Theater for a lecture on “The Promise of Immortality.” Doyle was particularly animated about “spirit photographs” which purported to illustrate ghosts who appeared during séances. Local newspapers, although skeptical, reported that his enthusiasm for séances and spirit photos was sincere.

While his lecture sold out, critics swarmed. The Catholic Telegraph which, in 1894, was delighted to point out that Doyle had Irish ancestry and a Jesuit education, in 1923 published a front-page report announcing that Jesuits had proved spirit photographs were fakes. Cincinnati attorney W.W. Symmes told the Cincinnati Post [20 April 1923] that spirit photography was nothing but hokum:

“I made some myself. I made a photograph of the new gate to the tomb of General Harrison. When the picture was developed and printed it showed the ‘ghost’ of General Harrison and John Cleves Symmes facing each other over the gate, as tho holding a conversation.”

Symmes explained in detail how he had faked the whole thing. Meanwhile, a Post reporter, Anne Gellenbeck, published a damning exposé of her own visit to Mrs. Laura Pruden, a Price Hill medium much praised by Doyle. Mrs. Pruden energetically transcribed spirit messages from Miss Gellenbeck’s mother, who happened to be very much alive at the time.

Doyle, not at all dissuaded by this negative attention, spent his time in Cincinnati trying to introduce Mrs. Pruden to J. Malcolm Bird, an editor at Scientific American, who was researching what became a royal hatchet job on the whole spiritualist enterprise.

Despite the skepticism this time around, Doyle sold out the Emery and got a warm response from his audience. The Enquirer’s report [23 April 1923] seemed mildly disappointed that everyone behaved politely:

“The entire address was graciously and often energetically received by the audience. Applause followed many of his remarks. Hecklers did not intrude.”

During his visit, Doyle managed to squeeze in a séance with his favorite medium, Mrs. Pruden. As he reported in his travelogue based on this tour, “Our Second American Adventure,” she predicted that Doyle would return to Cincinnati in 1925. On this, even Doyle was skeptical:

"It was not my intention, and prophecy is the least reliable of psychic gifts. I have great hopes that Mrs. Pruden may come to London, where her pleasant personality and her remarkable powers, which are less sensitive to hostile influences than those of most mediums, would make her a very desirable demonstrator of psychic truth.”

Doyle proved the better prophet. While Laura Pruden did journey to London as Doyle’s guest, he never again returned to Cincinnati – except in the form of books, films and radio serials based on his immortal characters.

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i’m trying to branch out and read outside my genre (fantasy) do you have any book recs for someone whose heart is in fantasy but needs to see what else is out there?

Hi anon! Thanks for the ask! Fantasy’s such a wide genre, and this is such an open ask, that I’m mostly going to be recommending books with similar feels or themes from other genres, to push you a little outside the fantasy bubble and introducing you to different genres and types of storytelling. If you have a favourite subgenre or trope or author, I can maybe get a little more specific or offer read-alikes.

Also, I don’t know if you knew this before asking, but fantasy is my favourite genre too, so some of these recs are books that pushed me out of the genre as well, or that I found familiar-but-different.

And this is getting long, so I’m going to throw it under a cut to save everyone scrolling.

Science fiction

the Vorkosigan saga by Lois McMaster Bujold - This is space opera, which means it’ll have fairly familiar plots except with science-y things instead of magic. There’s an heir with something to prove, heists, cons, and mysteries, attempted coups and assassinations, long-suffering sidekicks, and a homeworld that’s basically turn-of-the-century Russia but with fewer serfs. It was one of the first adult sci-fi books I read and genuinely liked.

The Book of Koli by M.R. Carey - I finished this recently, and the second book of the trilogy just came out. This is post-apocalyptic sci-fi, but not grim or particularly complex. (Some SF gets really into the nuts and bolts of the science elements; this isn’t that.) Basically, Koli’s a teenager who wants more than his quasi-medieval life’s given him, and finds himself in conflict with his village (and then exile) because of it. I could see where the story was going pretty much from the start, but I loved the journey anyway.

The Martian by Andy Weir - This doesn’t have much in common with fantasy, but it’s my go-to rec for anyone who’s never read science fiction before, because it’s funny, explains the science well, and has a hero and a plot you get behind right away. In case you haven’t heard of it (or the film), it’s about an astronaut stranded on Mars, trying to survive long enough to be rescued.

Foreigner by C.J. Cherryh - This is an alien first contact story, about a colony of humans in permanent quarantine on an alien planet. The MC is the sole social liaison and translator, explaining his culture to the aliens and the aliens to the human, and working to keep the peace—until politics and assassins get involved. It’s been over a decade since I read this, so my memory’s blurred, but I remember the same sort of political intrigue vibes as the Daevabad trilogy, just with fewer POVs.

Who Fears Death by Nnedi Okorafor - One from my TBR. It looks like dark fiction about women, outcasts, and revenge, which sounds very fantastic and the MC can apparently do magic—but it’s post-apocalyptic Africa.

Speaking of political intrigue and sweeping epic plots, the Expanse series by James S.A. Corey has both in spades. Rebellions, alien technology, corrupt businesses, heroes doing good things and getting bad consequences, all that good stuff. It takes the science fairly seriously, without getting very dense with it, and will probably register as “more sci-fi” than my recs in the genre so far.

Oh, and Dune by Frank Herbert is such a classic chosen-one epic that it barely registers as science fiction at all.

Graphic novels

It’s technically fantasy, but assuming you’ve never picked up a graphic novel before, you should read Monstress by Marjorie Liu. Asian-inspired, with steampunk aesthetics, and rebellions and quests and so many female characters. It’s an absolutely fantastic graphic novel, if you want a taste of what those can do.

I’d highly recommend Saga by Brian K. Vaughan. It’s an epic science fiction story about a family caught between sides of a centuries-long war. (Dad’s from one side, Mom’s from the other, everyone wants to capture them, their kid is narrating.) It’s a blast to read, exciting and tense, with hard questions and gorgeous tender moments, and the world-building somehow manages to include weaponized magic, spaceship trees, ghosts, half-spider assassins, and all-important pulp romance novels without anything feeling out of place.

Historical fiction

Hild by Nicola Griffith - Very rich and detailed novel following a girl growing up in an early medieval English court. It’s very fantasy-esque, with battles and politics and changes of religion, and Hild gets positioned early on to be the king’s seer, so there’s “magic” of a sort as well.

The Essex Serpent by Sarah Perry - A widow goes to the Victorian seaside to heal and reawaken her interest in biology. Slow, gentle, lovely writing and atmosphere, interesting characters and turns of plot. Doesn’t actually deliver on the sea monster, but still has a lot to recommend it to fantasy readers, I think.

Yiddish for Pirates by Gary Barwin - The late-medieval Jewish pirate adventure you didn’t know you wanted. It’s funny and literary, full of tropes and set pieces like “small-town kid in the big city” and “jail break”, and features the Spanish Inquisition, Columbus, the Fountain of Youth, and talking parrots, among other things.

The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett - A thousand pages about the building of a cathedral in England, mostly focusing on the master builder, the monk who spearheads the project, and a noblewoman who’s been kicked off her family’s land, but has several other plots going on, including a deacon with political ambitions, a war, and a boy who’s trying so hard to fit in and do right.

Sharon Kay Penman - This is an author on my TBR, who comes highly recommended for her novels about the War of the Roses and the Plantagenets. Should appeal to you if you liked Game of Thrones. I’m planning to start with The Sunne in Splendour.

Lady of the Forest by Jennifer Roberson - Either a Robin Hood retelling that’s also a romance, or a romance that’s also a Robin Hood retelling.

Hamnet & Judith by Maggie O’Farrell - A novel of the Shakespeare family, mostly focused on his wife and son. Lovely writing and a very gentle feel though it heads into dark and complex subjects fairly often. A good portrait of Early Modern family life.

Mystery

There’s not a lot of mystery that reads like high, epic, or even contemporary fantasy, but if you’re a fan of urban fantasy, which is basically mystery with magic in, then I’d rec:

Cozy mysteries as a general subgenre, especially if you like the Sookie Stackhouse end of urban fantasy, which has romance and quirky plots; there are plenty of series where the detective’s a witch or the sidekick’s a ghost but they’re solving non-magical mysteries, and the genre in general full of heroines who are good at solving crimes without formal training, and the plots feel very similar but with slightly lower stakes. Cozies have become one of my comfort-reading genres (along with UF) the last few years. My intros were the Royal Spyness novels by Rhys Bowen and the Fairy Tale Fatale books by Maia Chance.

If you like your urban fantasy darker and more serious, and your heroines more complicated, try Kathy Reichs and her Temperance Brennan novels. Brennan’s a forensic anthropologist, strong and complicated in the same ways of my fave UF heroines, and the mysteries are already interesting, with a good dash of thriller and a smidge of romance.

Two other recs:

Haunted Ground by Erin Hart - The first of four books about a forensic anthropologist in Ireland, who’s called in when the Garda find bodies in the peat bogs and need to know how long they’ve been there. They’re very atmospheric—I can almost smell the bog—and give great portraits of rural Ireland and small-town secrets, and since not all the bodies found in each book are recent, they also bring interesting slices of the past to life as well.

A Burnable Book by Bruce Holsinger - This is essentially a medieval thriller about a seditious book that’s turned up in London. I liked the mystery in it and that it’s much more focused on the lives of average people than the rich and famous (for all that recognizable people also show up).

Classics

Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift - I swear this is actually one of the first fantasy novels but few people ever really class it as such. Basically, Gulliver’s a ship’s doctor who keeps getting shipwrecked—in a country of tiny people, a country of giants, a country of mad scientists, a country of talking horses, etc. It’s social satire and a spoof of travelogues from Swift’s time, but it’s easily enough read without that context.

Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll - Another, slightly later, fantasy and satire! Even more amusing situations than in Gulliver’s Travels and, while it’s been a while* since I read it, I think it’ll be a decent read-alike for authors like Jasper Fforde, Genevieve Cogman, and that brand of light British comic fantasy.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare - Also technically a fantasy! I mean, there are fairies and enchantments, for all it’s a romantic comedy written entirely in old-fashioned poetry. It’s a pretty good play to start you off on Shakespeare, if you’re interested in going that direction.

On the subject of Shakespeare, I would also recommend Much Ado About Nothing, Macbeth, and King Lear, the first because it’s my favourite comedy, the others because they’re fantasy read-alikes imo as well (witches! coups! drama!).

the Arthurian mythos. Le Morte D’arthur, Crétien de Troyes, The Once and Future King by T.H. White, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court by Mark Twain, etc. - I’ve read bits and pieces of the first two, am about 80% sure I read the third as a kid (or at least The Sword in the Stone), and have the last on my TBR. Basically, these stories are going to give you an exaggeratedly medieval setting, knights, quests, wizards, fairies, high drama, romantic entanglements, and monsters, and the medieval ones especially have different kinds of plots than you’ll be used to (and maybe open the door to more medieval lit?) **

Beowulf and/or The Odyssey - Two epics that inspired a lot of fiction that came later. (There’s an especial connection between Beowulf and Tolkien.) They’re not the easiest of reads because they’re in poetry and non-linear narratives, but both have a hero facing off against a series of monsters and/or magical creatures as their core story.

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley - The first real science fiction novel. It’s about the ethics of science and the consequences of one’s actions, and I loved seeing the Creature find himself and Frankenstein descend into … that. It’s also full of sweeping, gothic scenes and tension and doom and drama.

* 25 years, give or take

** There are plenty of more recent people using King Arthur and associated characters too, if this "subgenre” interests you.

Other fiction

Vicious by V.E. Schwab - I don’t know if you classify superheroes as science fiction or fantasy or its own genre (for me it depends on the day) but this is an excellent take on the subject, full of moral greyness and revenge.

David Mitchell - A literary fiction writer who has both a sense of humour and an interest in the fantastic and science fictional. He writes ordinary people and average lives marvelously well, keeps me turning pages, plays with form and timelines, and reliably throws in either recurring, possibly-immortal characters, good-vs-evil psychic battles, or other SF/F-y elements. I’d start with either Slade House, a ghost story, or Utopia Avenue, about a ‘60s rock band. Or possible The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet, which I fully admit to not having read yet.

Devolution by Max Brooks - A horror movie in book form, full of tension and desperation and jump scares and the problems with relying on modern technology. The monsters are Bigfeet. Reccing this one in the same way I’m reccing The Martian—it’s an accessible intro to its genre.

Son of a Trickster by Eden Robinson - Contemporary fiction with a slight literary bent, that doesn’t pull its punches about Indigenous life but also has a sense of humour about the same. Follows a teen dealing with poverty and a bad home life and drugs and hormones—and the fact that his bio-dad might actually be the trickster Raven. Also features witches, magic, and other spirit-beings, so I generally pitch this as magic realism.

The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones - Another Indigenous rec, this time a horror novel about ghosts and racism and trying to do the right thing. This’ll give you a taste of the more psychological end of the horror spectrum.

Eliza and Her Monsters by Francesca Zappia - A good example of contemporary YA and how it handles the complexities of life, love, and growing up. Follows the writer of a fantasy webcomic who makes a friend who turns out to write fic of her story and who suddenly has to really balance online and offline life, among other pressures. Realistic portrait of mental health problems.

Non-fiction

The Book of Margery Kempe - The first English-language autobiography. Margery was very devout but also very badass, in a medieval sort of way. She went on pilgrimages to Jerusalem, was possibly epileptic, frequently “saw” Christ and Mary and demons, basically became a nun in middle age while staying married to her husband, and wound up on trial for heresy, before talking a monk into writing down her life story. It’s a fascinating window into the time period.

The Hammer and the Cross by Robert Ferguson - A history of medieval Norse people and how their explorations and trade shaped both their culture and the world.

A Time of Gifts by Patrick Leigh Fermor - Travel writing that was recommended to me by someone who raved about the prose and was totally right. Fermor’s looking back, with the aid of journals, on a walking trip he took across Europe in the 1930s. It’s a fascinating look at the era and an old way of life, and pretty much every “entry” has something of interest in it. He met all sorts of people.

Tim Severin and/or Thor Heyerdahl - More travel writing, this time by people recreating historical voyages (or what they believe to be historical voyages, ymmv) in period ships. Severin focuses on mythology (I’ve read The Ulysses Voyage and The Jason Voyage) and Heyerdahl’s known for Kon-Tiki, which is him “proving” that Polynesians made contact with South America. They both go into the history of the sailing and areas they’re travelling through, while also describing their surroundings and daily life, and, yes, running into storms and things.

Hope this helps you!

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