Did I mention the howling snowstorm? Yep, time to cry Blizzard! and let loose the Flakes of Romance. (Actually, I suspect Belasco’s snowstorm is the reason we have so many Flakes of Romance in American love stories. But feel free to take that trope as a thesis topic.)
Brain Twister continues, with more near-future science fiction fun from the fertile brains of Randall Garrett and Lawrence M. Janifer!
Agent Malone finally has his telepath and has gotten the show on the road. But unfortunately, his telepath also has a few unusual demands…. (It should be pointed out that this novel predates the founding of the SCA by about ten years.)
(As you can see, Brain Twister is back up and has stopped doing odd things to my upload, but “Bricriu’s Feast” is still hiding in the recesses of the servers. When that’s fixed, I’ll put up all the chapters I’ve gotten done so far.)
The Girl of the Golden West continues. Johnson (aka Ramerrez) arrives at the cabin. Dinner and conversation ensues. You’ll notice that the Girl does a lot of the talking. This is logical, because this play was intended as a star vehicle for the original lead actress. (Though there’s obviously some meaty male parts.)
The Girl of the Golden West continues. This is pretty much a “comedy relief” chapter, in which the two Native American characters further their romance, and the Girl takes some pretty comical measures to get ready for her dinner guest. The Girl’s cabin is also described, which is interesting both as a description of a woman’s belongings in the Old West and as set design.
The Native American characters continue to be written in a stereotypical manner (though I’ve seen lots worse elsewhere). I continue to try to read in a way that’s a little less offensive, without actually bowdlerizing the text. Sometimes this is made easy. The setup of an unmarried mother planning a temporary marriage would have been a shocking condemnation of Native lifestyles to audiences back then, but seems depressingly normal to us today.
Brain Twister continues. Agent Malone finally has his telepath. His batty old lady telepath. Whom he must extract from the mental hospital without offending anyone too much, especially the nurse of his dreams — or the old lady who can read his mind. All their minds. Yeesh.