tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484180326012950400.post8942786205176522112..comments2024-03-27T23:55:17.673-07:00Comments on Flogging Babel: A Story: Part 2Michael Swanwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18389836784776252022noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484180326012950400.post-24715003863994217332017-01-02T22:09:24.234-08:002017-01-02T22:09:24.234-08:00I would think she would want something unrelated l...I would think she would want something unrelated like to eat her dinner, or finish her movie, and the city doesn't at all matter to her, and perhaps her story should continue without regard to the city? at least in the present? also, its good opportunity for a light joke there, to break from the beautiful descriptions to a mundane obliviousness?<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484180326012950400.post-8333877122382831532017-01-02T14:31:37.014-08:002017-01-02T14:31:37.014-08:00Hello, Gehenna. Hope I'm not too late to conti...Hello, Gehenna. Hope I'm not too late to continue participating.<br /><br />Okay, Gehenna Immaculata. Sounds like a Puritan name " If-Jesus-Christ-Had-Not-Died-For-Thee-Thou-Hadst-Been-Damned Barebone" and all that. But no peasant morality, huh? Well then, perhaps not. Meaningless words now - the descendants of that sort of people perhaps. And an adjacent forest? Perhaps the whole area has gone to seed since the city was frozen. <br /><br />What does she want? Well, has she grown up by the city, staring at it her whole life? Or has she heard tales of something inside that she could be after? She's staring at it from a tree. A plan of attack? <br /><br />Oh. Perhaps she's waiting for the tourists to leave, watching to see when the few passing souls who come to see this wonder have vacated so she can be alone in the city. Perhaps she's not alone very often. Perhaps there is a place - a library, perhaps, or a museum, or even, maybe, a grand ball with with lights and an a banquet, perfectly frozen, the candles radiating frozen light - that she goes to, that's become important to her just because it's hers. I had a few like that when I was young. Openings in thickets and strange attic corners that became special just because they were mine.<br /><br />A perfect place to be intruded upon, as it happens, by a villain or a friend.Erikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15262262198754010247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484180326012950400.post-4165458788525268102016-12-31T12:29:23.740-08:002016-12-31T12:29:23.740-08:00Let's try this: "Visitors from afar came ...Let's try this: "Visitors from afar came to their little farming hamlet just to gaze at the frozen city and had told her family and relations that before the Time War had frozen the big cities her people had been rich. Poor women like her had to marry whomever their fathers chose, but a rich woman could pick her mate. She secretly loved Tyrell, their landowner's blonde-haired laughing son. If she was rich she could ask to be considered to be his mate. If she could somehow steal something from the frozen city she could sell it to a visitor and become as rich as a landlord. That thought burned in her guts and kept her awake at night." Sandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12633071945312050813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484180326012950400.post-31237119459102895662016-12-30T19:31:08.999-08:002016-12-30T19:31:08.999-08:00True. And very important, I suspect.
True. And very important, I suspect.<br />Michael Swanwickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18389836784776252022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484180326012950400.post-12398085132650917342016-12-30T16:35:22.812-08:002016-12-30T16:35:22.812-08:00Not just people entering the city. Probably everyb...Not just people entering the city. Probably everybody else outside. The city exists in stasis, unlike the rest of the world. Why? Who or what agency is responsible?Mark Pontinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11988614518618495319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484180326012950400.post-56457552175721056712016-12-30T16:13:43.428-08:002016-12-30T16:13:43.428-08:00"You could climb" - so people entering t..."You could climb" - so people entering the city aren't frozen. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05112771659502628372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484180326012950400.post-26010357673944286772016-12-30T15:24:17.342-08:002016-12-30T15:24:17.342-08:00Is she illiterate because no one could open the fr...Is she illiterate because no one could open the frozen books in the frozen library? Or is she still moving because she was not paralyzed by a surfeit of literacy? The latter can't quite be the whole story because the birds are frozen and they can't read either.Richard Masonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00833387144768089695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484180326012950400.post-25883053871717601572016-12-30T13:39:03.480-08:002016-12-30T13:39:03.480-08:00The question now was whether she should continue c...The question now was whether she should continue climbing all the way down, out of the smoke, out of time, into the timelessness in which the city was immersed and into which she had fumble-fingeredly dropped everything. If only she could remember what that everything was. But memory wanted time, and of that she was fresh out.TheOFloinnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14756711106266484327noreply@blogger.com