Thursday, October 28, 2010

It ain't easy bein' unearthly

Despite my grandiose commentary of the other day, it is really hard to write about a non-standard world.

"Panopticron" didn't start out located in a place that was all that weird, geologically/cosmologically speaking. But then I realized it could be, and in many ways it ought to be, a world that is nothing but a set of stairs, and God is taking the steps up - leaving his worshippers crawling amidst the dust of his passing.

So, I can put it into a few words, but still, it's really hard to conceive this perhaps-poignant, perhaps-lame metaphor in terms of a real world. What's to the side of that world-qua-stairwell? A wall, and the living room? Uh... no. This is not my parents' house. This is a "secondary world"... isn't it?

Still, it's fun to try. It makes everything a symbol, for one, which is cool, though it also has an immense possibility of degrading the entire venture by making it... unserious. Nonetheless... I will risk that. Risk, after all, is a pretty good boardgame, so I guess it's probably okay to apply my (losing) boardgame strategy to my novel-writing.

Enough of this blather. I guess I'm just saying that, now I understand why most fantasies are still bound to a planet in a standard cosmological frame.

Good thing I'm a book-gangsta... I think.

-bn

6 comments:

  1. Risk, sir, is a terrible boardgame that always ends in tears. For everybody.

    That is all.

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  2. Well, Settlers of Catan didn't have the same poignancy in this literary circumstance.

    Thanks for exposing my expediency.

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  3. You could have expounded on how you're trying to inhabit a secondary world, and how it's so much like an island with only five basic components. And also sheep is always in abundance.

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  4. Is it SHEEP? Or is it... wool?

    Thusly has man speculated for ages untold.

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  5. My settlers keep their wool in sheep form for ease of transportation to the work-site. Also, then the workers can eat mutton for lunch.

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  6. Or if they forbear from the mutton, they don't have to carry all those god-damned bricks back down Hillside 6.

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