SUPERKULTUR

At bruge Dashiell Hammetts penge

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27

Lars Ahn har en ny roman på vej – en gotisk krimi ved navn Rød høst. Og hvis man er Dashiell Hammett-fan, vil man genkende den danske oversættelse af hans Red Harvest. Hvorfor den hedder det, fortæller Ahn lidt om her. Og apropos titler var hans forrige bog en novellesamling med en smuk en af slagsen: “Den nat, vi skulle have set Vampyros Lesbos” – og hvis niveauet holder, er Rød høst værd at se frem til.

Men det var egentlig ikke reklame for reklamens skyld, der var pointen, snarere at det mindede mig om Emily Schultz, der brugte Stephen Kings penge. På grund af en titel.

I 2006 udgav hun romanen Joyland. Det er historien om teenageren Chris Lane, der i 1984 må se sin hjembys eneste spillehal (titlens Joyland) lukke – og hvad derefter følger. “Schultz bring the Cold War home in a novel set to the digital pulse of video games and the echoes of hair metal.” Hvilket for så vidt lyder ret fedt, men det er ikke det, der er interessant her. Det er det derimod, at Stephen King i 2014 udgav en roman med titlen… ja, Joyland.

Her dækker titlen over en forlystelsespark og året 1973. Og til at starte med var det en bog, som kun blev udgivet i papirform. Under stor fanfare, naturligvis, da King er en populær herre. Og uden tvivl en, der kan få oneclick-shopping-fingrene til at sidde løse på læserne. Så pludselig oplevede Emily Schultz en voldsomt stigning i salget af ebogsudgaven af hendes roman. Og dertil en lang række etstjernede anmeldelser, der gerne kredsede om, at der ikke var meget Stephen King i Stephen Kings seneste roman.

Men i det mindste var der pengene.

Og det blev til bloggen Spending the Stephen King Money, hvor hun listede alt det, hun købte for de digitale penge. Og forsøgte at gætte, om hendes forfatterkollega ville sætte pris på købet.

PURCHASE: Four extra (half) days of daycare.

COST: $180.00

NOTE: Novels and children need the same thing from you—time.

WOULD STEPHEN KING LIKE IT: Nothing is more terrifying than parenthood, and he’s visited that in a few books so, yes, he would like this!

 

 

En af de bedre spiloplevelser

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24

Som modvægt til Simons indlæg vil jeg lige dele denne, som jeg morede mig meget over:

Værste spilleoplevelse nogensinde…

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24

Helvedet er de andre. Jeg tror ikke Sartre var den festligste fætter nogensinde, men når jeg læser Milky Waiters historie, så er jeg på nippet til at give ham ret.

Den her fantastiske historie er fundet på det amerikanske website rpg.net, som nok er verdens største rollespils forum. På et tidspunkt snakkede folk om deres værste spiloplevelser nogensinde, og flere folk havde vilde og skøre oplevelser… men den her slår alligevel de fleste.

This is a bit long but…

I guess I will just have to mention my brief GMing to the brazilian police death squad.

Everything begun at my local gameclub (by local I mean the only one in a 4,000,000 people city) some five years ago. This club was run by a fellow hobbyist on weekends, was located at a big avenue and had a large ‘Camelot’ plaque hanging over the door with the picture of a knight. Needlessly to say it attracted a lot of curious people. Well, at the end of a Saturday afternoon of particularly intense WEG Star Wars playing I was approached by this timid skinny guy in his late twenties. He had been watching the entire session and was almost apologetic about coming forward to talk to me. Anyway he lived just 3 blocks away and he loved “games”, so he wanted someone to GM a game for him and his “work colleagues”. They had never roleplayed before. He seemed a nice, clean, eager-to-play guy, so I invited him and his buddies for a AD&D game in the club, the following night.

Nothing would have prepared me and the other player (the club owner) for the cast of foul characters arriving at the club the next night. Just to contextualize the many non-brazilian readers in this thread, there are two kinds of police in Brazil: the semi-illiterate oppressive superviolent military police, and the corrupt immoral wiseguy detective/mobster types from the civilian police. These guys were the second type.

These four men (the skinny guy only showed up later) were villain prototypes and had intimidation skill points worth entire 20th level characters. Even when they nicely said hello they had menace written all over their foreheads. It was night, but they were dressed like beach tourists, wearing soccer team t-shirts and sandals. There were so much male jewelry as to make Mr. T look like a girl playing child´s bijouterie. All of them had pistols attached at strategic holsters in their bodies, at least one of them had knives, and all of them were anxious to play the nice “game of dice”.

I should see the size of the problem when a huge black man put two bottles of smuggled whisky on top of the table we would play. He seriously asked me if that was booze enough for all of us (two bottles for 7 people). I replied I didn´t drink. He said he would freeze the liquid for me to eat it and his mouth opened in a big smile filled with golden teeth.

Anyway the quarreling began when I showed them the pre-gen characters. All of them “wanted to be the master”. There were also quarreling about who would get which character (they were choosing by the pictures). But that was mild quarreling and they calmed down as their heavy drinking and joint smoking ensued. Oh, and they also loved the dice.

The game finally began at the tavern where I had planned the characters to meet and the players to familiarize themselves with the blessed and (to them) newly-perceived freedom a player has in a RPG. They caught on fast enough with IC dialogue, and besides the incessant joint passing and abusive drinking the players were concentrated, with cellphones turned off and all.

That´s when the prostitutes arrived.

Unknowingly to me and the club owner, skinny guy had arranged for two prostitutes, old acquaintances of these guys, to meet at my friend´s gaming club. Things went downhill from there, with the women disrupting the game and the telling of IC mixed with OOC murder stories. By this point my friend made the second mistake of the evening, trying to stop the game by telling me he was late and had to close the club and stuff. The murderous cops didn´t take his intentions well, and started to get all serious and quiet, trying to intimidate my friend. After all, he wasn´t being a nice host, since they had brought the booze, the girls, the drugs and the guns, and they were not going to leave before knowing “who won” anyway, since everyone of them had (of course) bet 50 bucks his character would “win”.

So I wrapped things up by having an all-out combat between the characters, while a detective banged one of the girls against a wall 4 feet away. The winner got 200 bucks and a knuckle-duster, they all had a blast and left me and my shaking buddy glad we were left alive . We never saw any of them again, not even skinny guy.

Maybe not too creepy, but then again my experience is limited.

https://forum.rpg.net/showthread.php?369229-Necro-Creepiest-Person-You-ve-Ever-Gamed-With-Part-Deux/page9

 

Læs Harlan. Læg dig ikke ud med ham.

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23

“I’m tellin’ ya, man. Don’t fuck with no science fiction writers!”

Jeg kan godt lide Harlan Ellison. Eller: jeg tør i al fald ikke sige højt, at jeg ikke kan. For man skal ikke lægge sig ud med Harlan. Den 83-årige forfatter er kendt for at skrive eminente noveller og essays – og for sin vreeeeeede, der har dannet grobund for en god del sagsanlæg og en endnu større del underholdende anekdoter.

Du – ja, du der – bør læse f.eks. Paingod and Other Delusions eller Ellison Wonderland eller Deathbird Stories eller eller eller… For at få en smag af hans ikke-fiktive skriverier kan du lige læse The 3 Most Important Things in Life, som bl.a. fortæller historien om Harlans meget korte karriere hos Disney. Du vil takke mig senere. Om ikke andet, så for hønsekødssuppen.

Læs alle de ting, men læg dig ikke ud med Harlan. For manden kan forvandle selv postvæsenet til et dødbringende våben. Nåja, postvæsenet og en taskerotte. Forestil dig, hvad manden kan gøre med Postnord.

Fra FAQ’en på harlanellison.com

DID HARLAN REALLY MAIL A DEAD GOPHER TO AN EDITOR?

Nope. It was the comptroller of a certain publishing house that bound a cigarette ad into one of Harlan’s paperbacks, breaking a stipulation in Harlan’s contract. Although better related in Harlan’s essay “Driving in the Spikes”, suffice to say that after trying nicely to get the book rights reverted back to him, as per his contract, and getting blown off, Harlan mailed 213 bricks postage due to the man (this was back when the US Postal Service would mail anything postage-free, making the recipient pay up), had a Luthuanian hit man friend of his have a talk with him, and then mailed the dead gopher, along with Ted Cogswell’s recipe for braised gopher stew, fourth class mail, where it stank up the mailing room for quite a while.