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Indlæser... Zombies of the Gene Pool (original 1992; udgave 1993)| 696 | 20 | 33,216 | 
(3.32) | 48 | In the 1950s, a group of young science fiction writers, dreaming of literary immortality and calling themselves the Lanthanides, buried a time capsule with their stories and relics from the time. Now, in the 1990s, when several of them have become famous, the surviving Lanthanides are getting together at a special convention to dig up the capsule and open it. But the convention is startled by the appearance of a writer who was supposed to have died thirty years ago. Then murder materializes to throw the agenda further into chaos. Now, Jay Omega, author of Bimbos of the Death Sun, and his significant other, Dr. Marion Farley, must separate science fact from fiction -- and unearth a killer with a story of his own to tell.… (mere) |
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Oplysninger fra den engelske Almen Viden Redigér teksten, så den bliver dansk. | |
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Oplysninger fra den engelske Almen Viden Redigér teksten, så den bliver dansk. | |
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Oplysninger fra den engelske Almen Viden Redigér teksten, så den bliver dansk. (Chapter 1) Even death will not release you.
An expression of the Los Angeles Science Fiction Society, ca. 1949  (Chapter 2) Just like a Daugherty project, except that it will actually happen . . .
--Francis Towner Laney
An expression of anticipation in Fifth Fandom (Chapter 3) For three months gravity feeds the main sluice pulled nightly at the dam. The reservoir drains. Each afternoon he stops on the bluff to watch the valley fill with air, light wrapping the fine branches of trees rising from the surface full-grown but leafless, though no wind has blown for thirty-seven years.
--Don Johnson
Watauga Drawdown (Chapter 4) Fans are always at their best in letters, and I took them at their self-stated value.
--Francis Towner Laney
"Ah, Sweet Idiocy" (Chapter 5) Real Soon Now -- When the MSFS/DSFL was going to have: a convention, a decent fanzine, an active membership, a properly run meeting, and many other fine things that didn't quite happen.
--Fancyclopedia II (Chapter 6) In the town's open grave he lies under star spillage, bone cold and sore, thinking his way home.
--Don Johnson
Watauga Drawdown (Chapter 7) . . . One family returns every year on Memorial Day to row out and sink a wreath on what they think is the ancestral burial plot. But one of the older boys admits that he thinks an aging uncle confused the spot with his favorite fishing hole and they have for years been honoring a living channel cat.
--Don Johnson
"The Mayor of Butler" (Chapter 8) Pseuicide -- The fannish term for faking someone's death. Since most of fandom is conducted by mail, hoaxes are relatively easy to perpetrate. (Chapter 9) Why have you come here
to this place you say
you never liked, where
mockingbirds read your mind . . .
--Don Johnson
"The House in the Woods"
from Watauga Drawdown (Chapter 10) Where fuggheadedness is the norm, no one can be blamed for falling into occasional fuggheaded lapses. But constant association with fuggheads inures us. Our threshold of receptivity for fuggheadedness becomes dangerously high. It takes a titanic and overwhelming piece of asininity to rise above the background and strike us. . . . I'd been away from fans too long, I guess. My fuggheadedness threshold was extremely low -- too low to protect me.
--Francis Towner Laney
Fan-Dango 21 (Chapter 11) Ever a Stormy Petrel Unto Us
--Francis Towner Laney's epitaph in fandom.
(The term is used figuratively for one whose coming always portends trouble.) (Chapter 12) He wanted to pound on their doors, call them out in their housecoats and frowsy pajamas, and tell them in clear words that time buries itself like a river under a lake that river feeds, that though the past is irretrievable, nothing left down there is gone.
--Don Johnson
Watauga Drawdown (Chapter 13) The chief reason I am writing these memoirs is to try to get you, and you, and you to face your own personal problems like men instead of like fans, get you out of the drugging microcosm, and triumph over whatever is keeping you in fandom.
--Francis Towner Laney
"Ah, Sweet Idiocy" (Chapter 14) He could see himself in six months, afloat on the refilled Watauga, where the drowned swim forever. . . .
--Don Johnson
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Oplysninger fra den engelske Almen Viden Redigér teksten, så den bliver dansk. To Michael Dobson, the State of Franklin Science Fiction Society, and Francis Towner Laney.
With thanks to Don Johnson, for the use of Watauga Drawdown. | |
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Oplysninger fra den engelske Almen Viden Redigér teksten, så den bliver dansk. Jay Omega decided to wait until the shouting stopped before he knocked. | |
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This book while published in 1992 brought right back to the late 1980’s of computer bulletin board systems the precursors of the internet and science fiction conventions I have attended. Back then being a geek/nerd/SF fan didn’t have the same cachet that it has today.
The mystery is almost
Don’t read this for the mystery, read it for the nostalgia of 80’s SF conventions, fanzines, fan culture and old computers.
Cozies Reading Challenge (