Vijf empathische, christelijke mensen met een afgeronde universitaire opleiding krijgen het in een opiniestuk in het RefDag voor elkaar het idee dat “ieder mens ieder ander mens, hoe geaard ook, als gewoon een andere, gelijkwaardige mogelijkheid erkent” als een ongelofelijk verwerpelijke verdorvenheid weg te zetten:
Niet om het een of ander, maar staat er in het grote boek niet iets over naasten liefhebben gelijk uzelf?
Between the first time I saw a balladeer and the 25th time, last sunday, twelve years, four months and ten days have passed. That first time, they were a band, opening for Stevie Ann in the now-defunct De Kelder in Amersfoort, just after “Swim With Sam” was all over the radio. Now, it is just Marinus de Goederen, with two guitars and a keyboard in the cafe of De Kelder’s successor.
While band-version-a balladeer remains my favorite a balladeer, solo-a balladeer (previously known as mr. a balladeer) is very, very good a balladeer as well.
Marinus played for an hour and a bit, and—oh joy of joys—the audience was all quiet and appreciative. I had been under the impression that this fall tour was an excuse to try out new tracks he has been writing this year, but I must have been mistaken: there was only one new, as yet untitled song. Did it matter? Of course not. With songs like “Wishes, Horses” (played un-amplified in the middle of the room), “Trust Fall”, “Poster Child”, “Noah”, “Robin II” and “Mob Wife” (along with war horses as “A Little Rain…”, “Superman Can’t Move His Legs” and of course “Swim With Sam”) we got a slightly down-beat, but excellent set list.* It’s always a joy to see him play, and I don’t know how he does it, but he seems to get better every time.
a balladeer, Fluor, Amersfoort on September 30th, 2018
Wishes, Horses / A Wolf at the Door / A Little Rain Has Never Hurt No One / Beechnuts / Oh, California / Superman Can’t Move His Legs / Trust Fall / Untitled new song / Poster Child / Swim With Sam / Noah / Plan B // Robin II / Winterschläfer / They’ve Shut Down Marks & Spencer / Mob Wife / Incompatible
Where Ibid: A Life did not quite convince me with the execution of the story, it did prepare for what turned out to be one of the more interesting books I’ve read this year: George Saunders’s Lincoln in the Bardo.
It is 1862, and Willie Lincoln has died. His grief-stricken father, the president, returns to his tomb to hold the boy’s body. This, apparently, causes much consternation in the Bardo, that mystical Buddhist place that exists between death and rebirth, where Willie lingers.
That’s the story, and that is, indeed, not very interesting all by itself. But like Ibid, the form makes the story: it is told in a cacophony of voices, citations from sources both real and fictional. There’s a 166 of them, and together tell a many-layered and compelling tale.
George Saunders — Lincoln in the Bardo
On our wedding day I was forty-six, she was eighteen.
Where Alex Shvartsman’s Unidentified Funny Objects collections (mostly) contain all new funny fiction, his series of Funny Fantasy / Science Fiction / Horror anthologies contain reprints of humorous genre fiction.
Now, of course, the boundaries between these genres is vague at best. And with the recurrence of several authors across all three volumes, read in rapid succession, in the end it all got a kind of samey. But there were definitely some good stories:
My favorites from Funny Fantasy include Tim Pratt’s “Another End of the Empire,” in which a Dark Lord gets the end of his reign foretold by an oracle; “A Mild Case of Death” by David Gerrold that gives the so-you-died-and-this-what-happens-next tale an excellent spin; and finally “Librarians in the Branch Library of Babel” by Shaenon K. Garrity, which takes on Borges’ infinite library of Babel (you know, the one which contains all possible permutations of all possible books) and contains the excellent line “…to me all books are ‘Moby-Dick,’ it’s just that some of them are really badly misprinted.”
In Funny Science Fiction Garrity’s “Flying on My Hatred of My Neighbor’s Dog” proposes a new energy source, making interstellar travel possible. “Miss Darcy’s First Intergalactic Ballet Class” by Dantzel Cherry delivers just what its title promises, “Whaliens” by Lavie Tidhar was delightful and contains Alien Whales from Outer Space, an finally there’s “Chicka-Chicka-Bow-Wow” by Mike Rimar, about an interplanetary porn star sent on a diplomatic mission.
Finally, from Funny Horror: “Kvetchula’s Daughter” by Darrell Schweitzer is about a daughter who has completely had it with her jewish vampire mom. Amanda C. Davis’ “Good Neighbors” was weird, but good weird. Tarl Kudrick’s “Hot Fudge and Whipped Cream” features a genie who gets tricked, and in “The God Whisperer” by Daniel J. Davis, Jack has a unruly little War God who needs some training.
Funny Fantasy, edited by Alex Shvartsman
IT WAS WHEN a rat rose up on its hind legs and spoke to me in the middle of the street at one o’clock in the morning that I realized that this night was going to be different from all other nights. (Dave the Mighty Steel-Thewed Avenger, by Laura Resnick)
Funny Science Fiction, edited by Alex Shvartsman
Diary entry #17: It has been a long, hard struggle, but of course if the conquest of the galaxy is your goal, you don’t expect it to come easily. (Observation Post, by Mike Resnick)
Funny Horror, edited by Alex Shvartsman
I AM EMMELINE. I am six. (No Children, No Pets, by Esther Friesner)