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A #Pastiche in Time: Algernon Blackwood Part 1 of 2
#FanFic #AlgernonBlackwood
#Wss366 Brief / Hemingway's birthday #TimeTravelAuthors Fixing“Doctor Silence, it is the most disconcerting feeling. I can no longer read. If I pick up a book, I soon enter a fugue state and am transported to that time and place.”
I was seated in a room painted a calming green. A servant had provided me with a chair that was inexplicably nailed to the floor. The doctor sat across from me listening intently.
If I had to describe him, I would first say he matched his name. He gave off a quiet air of calm, despite an eerie aura. His whole manner left you convinced he was both incalculably benevolent and knowledgeable. As for his dress, he wore a tasteful plum smoking jacket, for I had arrived at his consult in the early evening, far past normal visiting hours.
“Go on,” he said. “How did it start?”
“The first time it happened, I was reading ‘Time Machine’ by H.G. Wells. I was nearing the end when I had the most realistic dream that I was walking under a dim sun by the sea. On the beach were alien, muddy-brown crabs of enormous size. The experience was quite #brief, and I awoke presently.”
“Only it wasn’t a dream, was it?” the doctor said.
I relaxed; he understood. I knew there was an alternate chamber with padded walls for delusional visitors. That they hadn’t taken me to it should have been reassuring, but it was good to see tangible evidence that Dr. Silence accepted my bizarre story.
“No, but I didn’t know it. It seemed too fantastic to think I was actually traveling to those times and places.”
Forgetting the chair was immobile, I attempted to scoot closer to my audience. After a nervous laugh, I continued. “I had several more experiences of this nature: a visit to the Khyber Pass; Paris during the French Revolution; and a 1920s speakeasy. I rather enjoyed the dreams. They were so vivid and realistic, each longer than the last. I felt quite safe, since if anything bad happens, I’ll wake up, which is something I can generally force myself to do.”
“When did you realize?” Silent asked.
“I was reading #Hemingway’s ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ and found myself in a crowded Spanish tavern. There was a fellow American there, and I offered to buy him a drink. We fell to talking, him about being a war correspondent. I was excited to actually be talking to a famous author and, well, one thing led to another, and I told him I was from the future and that the Republicans would lose the war. He laughed. I don’t think he believed me.”
[Continued tomorrow]
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Of course you have to send us a postcard from your trips, pretty please! 💝 Find inspiration in this book on #postcards in #Modernism by Bradley D. Clissold, focussing on postcards in the fiction & correspondence of #Hemingway #RingLardner #Joyce & #WilfredOwen
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Il #28Ottobre 1954 viene assegnato il premio #Nobel per la #letteratura a Ernest Miller #Hemingway per il romanzo “Il vecchio e il mare”. La rivista #Balthazar dedica all’autore uno studio sul particolare sforzo interpretativo richiesto al #lettore dal testo “Colline come elefanti bianchi”.
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