The book is entirely in verse, with each character having his or her own poetic style.

We have a graphic novel.

This is the limerick that appears in the very first square caption:

There once was a space-going squid
Who said, "For a song--or a quid--
I'll fly to the stars
Where you find great gay bars...."
And that's what, precisely, she did.

Here's the cover:

A giant bio-engineered squid is the gasbag of a zeppelin moored to a mast in a futuristic New York City skyline (played by Toronto), the sort of futuristic that you'd see on a 19th century pulp-novel cover (for this is an alternate history). The buildings all have spiral ramps around the outside.

The zeppelin-squid is rainbow colored (to show its sexual orientation), though in the book it's only referred to as "iridescent."

Do the cover, or interiors, well enough and you might be able to squeeze a Chesley in there as well. And publication in the other Spectrum.

You guys are teh awesome.

But where are the insects (hexapoda), Jim?

A polypus* launched into space
with a gigantic grin on its face
announced 'To the stars
in my suspended cars!
I'll ensure Making Light wins the race.'

*Thank you, David Goldfarb.

I'm writing from Atlanta in shock,
my spaceship's just out of its dock,
but a fellow named Jim
whose light is not dim
has just christened it 'Four O'Clock'.*

I knew I was just on the brink
of transilience; yet without pause to think
Teresa declared
what we all wanted aired
that now it was time for a drink.

All you people who voyage in space
know matters have their proper place;
before the first call
up in Montreal
the order is 'splice the mainbrace'.

I got the contract -- lowest bid --
but one simple fact I had hid.
Though we were all staunch
about the great launch,
the one who got drunk was the squid.

* Yes, I misread the header and thought '16h00' was part of the title....

It is not merely a generic Squid; it must be Vampyroteuthis infernalis. Perhaps with a sperm packet from her brother or other meaningful male, which must be delivered to a suitable female squid-- squide, because then it looks sort of French and will get the Kushiel vote-- thus making her symbolically male.

And the whole story centers around an alternative timeline Alan Turing (positive gay character) who secretly is also black, but passing (positive character of color). And he's also secretly an insect (hexapedia). In fact, he's secretly a mutant enormous mosquito (vampire). And he makes a fortune designing free-market codebreaking computers to sell to His Majesty's Anarchist Non-Government (libertarianism). Which eventually become important in the fight against the giant bioengineered squid. (Opportunity for Mary Dell's photoshop magic.)

If you want your novel to be eligible for the Aurealis (and who doesn't???) it would have to be authored by:

a) An Australian (not necessarily living in Australia)
or
b) A non-Australian who has lived in Australia for some time and looks to be a fixture (eg. Jack Dann)
or
c) A non-Australian who spends a significant amount of time living in Australia (eg. Scott Westerfeld)

With b) or c) it helps if they are married to an Australian!

Cheers,
Tansy

PS: It doesn't have to be published in Australia

Where's the sodomy? And the dinosaurs?

Wasn't each entry
Supposed to be different
Type of poetry?

Poor Half-blood Vampyre
A squid of passing gayness
Clash in futures past

Since when is someone secretly-black-but passing-as-white a "positive character of color"? Just because he's a vampire insect?

Oh, spendid! Bone Dance is as close as I'll ever come, and it falls far, far short of these high standards. Someone had better accept the challenge, because I long to see the results.

Cass (#10):

They could be anywhere in the book. But what matters is that they're together.

Squid
Goes
To space:
Picture it!
All the tentacles,
Sparkling, iridescent; so gay!

When your fandom is up to their necks
In airships and squids and gay sex,
For a book that puts geeks
In convulsions for weeks
You had better compose it in Hex.

Cover now uploaded; original post amended to link to it.

The squid, they said,
Was blue, not red,
And therefore not up to snuff.

We knew, instead,
That squid was well-bred,
And always exceedingly tough.

The vampire he wooed,
Our squid, and pursued,
Her blood with unflagging fervor,

But the squid did collude,
With others more shrewd,
To foil the vampire's endeavor.

While waiting for Jim's cover to be uploaded, I couldn't resist throwing together a quick mashup: Squid Zeppelin.

Now I know what I'm doing during nanowrimo.

Actually, having the squid be Vampyroteuthis infernalis ("the vampire squid from hell", an actual species--it can turn inside out to reveal that its tentacles are lined with teeth) should cover the vampire requirement; and like most squids V. infernalis can change color.

The book (a first novel!) is to be written by an Australian with landed immigrant status in Canada.

The squid (bioengineered!) is what sucks down the Titanic (alternate history), not the iceberg that everyone thinks. The purpose of this was to take Captain Smith to the undersea Libertarian paradise (Atlantis) settled by Canadians.

Meanwhile, aboard the squid, in the rear of the gondola you find a dark eidolon (the horror!). Every time a crewperson visits the Eidolon, on passing the threshold he or she switches either sex or gender.

Except Fredo.

Fredo is called back just at the threshold and half-switches. Thereafter, every time he/she passes that threshold, he/she still switches, only it's right for left.

This state of affairs lasts until the morning Fredo is found dead on the deck, totally exsanguinated. Vampires! Hyperspacial vampires. Like the crew of the squid they too are seeking the Holy Grail....

Oh, the thing about the song: This society's economic system is based on sound currency. Therefore, the unit of exchange is the song.

If it's an 18-gun squid, you might be able to fake your way into Napoleonic, thus bringing in another set of rabid fans.

I am not going to write crossover fanfic for two scenarios that do not exist. Remind me of this.

Higgledy-piggledy
Doc Alan Turing as
black, gay, mathematical
genius vampire

often he wondered with
hexapod frankness "will
this tape and state machine
let me retire?"

Jim @ #24, hence the expression, "you can get it for a song".

Lila #27:

Their currency is based on a highly secure mechanism for transforming your private song (which only you know) into a public song (which you can tell everyone). The transformation uses very bad singers. That's right--it's a public off-key system.

Not to rain on the parade of squids, but how does a first-time author qualify to be a member of SWFA?

Quibbling aside, the squid ends up being a metaphor for the grasping materialism encouraged by the economic class system.

albatross @#28: transforming your private song (which only you know) into a public song (which you can tell everyone)

Sounds like a call for piracy prevention! RIAA to the rieescue!

Scott Spiegelberg @#29::

Not to rain on the parade of squids, but how does a first-time author qualify to be a member of SWFA?

The first three chapters are sold as individual short stories to SFWA-approved markets, which gets the author into SFWA, and helps hir land an agent and a deal for the completed novel.

It whispered "Just kiss me you fool",
And outstretched an engorged tentacule.
So rather than speak
I bussed its great beak
The ruler of steam-powered Thule

Not surprising about the song currency. Spaceborne squid use hyperspace waveforms to communicate, and the same means to manipulate intrastellar fusion reactions to provide the pulse radiation that they require to move from star to star on the solar winds. The exact form and sequence of the hyperspace wave required varies from star to star and over time, and according to the vector in n-space. The songs therefore control a scarce resource, so they can be traded as currency, but they're also high art.

Humans call it "the singing of the stars", and there has recently been a vogue for translating the lyrics and rendering the wave forms into a (limited and approximate) analogue in sound. The results are usually meaningless to humans, but when has that ever stopped an artistic movement?

Dave @ 32

Does that mean we can add spaceborne whales too? And space sharks?

But, soft! what squid through yonder zeppelin breaks?
Ay, what rough beast? For Jeanne de Gaulte is my son--
Arise, my son; infernokrush the moon
That burns our bat-wings brown as a dead leaf.
Out, out, brief candle, and out with you, damned Spot!
(For such is named our dear cephalopod,
Although less dear when dripping on our floor.)
The lunar overlords are sick and green;
They all are bourgeois scum. So cast them off!
And we shall rise, we bat-folk and our squids,
Above those damp amphibian peons!
And then you, Jeanne, can find your lady's grave
To get genetic samples, make fresh clones
And live an unstain'd wife with your sweet love.

I think the Atlantean libertarians were also an all-female parthenogenetic society that included many women of color.

albatross @ 28: In an alternate universe, I just spewed coffee out my nose and all over my bio-computer (caffeine improves processor speed!), but also utterly ruining my fabulous make-up.

IIRC, the space squid was to originate in a hard-SF universe. But after the tragic death of its beloved companion, it would travel through a gate to the Witch World, backward in time, whence it would attempt to change history to prevent the incident.

(Hmm. If the death was a suicide, and the story was done in graphical format, it could be an extra-strong contender for the Squiddy Awards.)

You might want to add "Seiun" to your spelling reference.

Thank you for your positive review of my work. Since my network connection is slow and expensive, I don't often partake in full sensory interface, and sometimes miss important messages. However, my work investigates the important influence of of the congruence of hexapodia and the regulatory amiphlage that precedes ablative dissonance, and the role of unisexuality as a transliteration method. I'm proud and humbled that I have won all those awards at once - it give me hope that we will intubulate further with the rest of the galaxy soon.

Emplazigotic returns,

Twirlip

The squid is bio-engineered (hard science content!), and was supposed to be straight, but turned out otherwise. Attached to the squid is a gondola which is actually the Holy Grail. The evil government bureaucrats are pursuing in a rocketship shaped like a Buick hood ornament, which keeps trying to mate with the gondola.

Twirlip, welcome! Now behave yourself, or we'll delete all your sub-Planck diacritical gestures.

The alien squid's vampiric nature confounds and awes its peers, who share membership in a species with five sexes. Oppressed in our world for its lifestyle preferences and economic philosophy, the squid quests for the Holy Grail -- in order to open a magic doorway into the next universe (where it plans to set up a parthogenetic colony of libertarians).

I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade
He'd let us in, knows where we've been
In his octopus' garden in the shade

Apologies if my diacritics decohered before it was welcome - as mentioned, my connection to the net is slow, and some intramessage loss is statistically slominate, if not reempathized coherently at critical graph junctures.

OK, I'll stop now. In other news, it seems that aside from the publishing schedule (which I really know nothing about, so can't say) Peter Watts' Blindsight seems to actually hit a lot of these themes.

Patrick @ 41... we'll delete all your sub-Planck diacritical gestures

Venturing into Stephen Baxter territory... Maybe the gondola-squids are microscopic creatures engineered to serve as transports inside a neutron star for equally miniaturized humans, some of whom have turned to piracy and who make their captives walk the sub-Planck.

Maybe the gondola-squids are microscopic creatures engineered to serve as transports inside a neutron star for equally miniaturized humans, some of whom have turned to piracy and who make their captives walk the sub-Planck.

Ohh... I see room for a crossover/collaboration with Egan - political considerations cause some of the tiny pirates to use some other class of tiny pirates as experimental subjects involving a black hole, a time scale so short that it is hard to image (alternately, an art project lasting until the heat death), and interpersonal conflict of the sort that goes on when one person in a family gets too in to renfests.

Serge,

And these subminiature humans (sub-humans for short?) keep talking birds which they use to send messages. Unfortunately, some of the outlaw humans are allergic to the birds causing they to reject parrotcy.

Nicely done, Mary Dell, I like the steampunk background.

Patrick, where did you put the link to Jim's cover? I must be very tired, because I don't see it anywhere.

As to membership in SFWA--as soon as contract was signed, the new author could join. But of course it would be two years later (at best) when a graphic novel would come out. Plenty of time to make friends (blurbs) AND enemies (vilification) in SFWA.

And since squids squirt dark ink--even in space--we have our darkness factor. Hermphroditic, color (or colour) changing.

Here is my homage to William Carlos Williams for the book. It is from the surprise villain, who used to be the hero/heroine's best friend.

This is just to say
I have taken the eggsac
from under your bed.

Yes, you were probably
saving it for your own
post-history.

Forgive me
but it was cold and plummy,
and I was that hungry.

Jane

It's far too late at night for me to check, but couldn't a single book with multiple authors win every award? A team could be put together to fulfill eligibility. And William Gibson would have to be on that team.

Here's a mockup of the cover, using an image of Toronto I grabbed from Google Earth, composed with a line drawing of a squid in Painter. I was hoping to see Jim's cover before I posted this, mostly so I could decide not to post it if I was too embarrassed by the relative clunkiness of my version, but it's late, and I have to quit now. FWIW.

A scene from a very graphic novel.

"My God! Cynthia, you are naked!"

Lady Cynthia Timebinder stood defiantly in the centre of the cabin, making no effort to hide her voluptuous curves, and tossed her flaming red hair. "It is necessity that drives me," she declared. "Bruce, we are being pursued by a pod of wild space squids, and the Captain has instructed me that this is preferable to having my clothes torn from my body when the psychic emanations of their lust overwhelm all on board."

Bruce twirled his moustache in momentary thought. "Cynthia, while I appreciate the economic logic of the proposal, there is an untutored part of my mind, still shackled by the past, which balks at the conclusion."

"Oh my love!" Cynthia did not so much step forward as bounce. Clutching Bruce to her bosom, she kissed him with a frantic enmthusiasm. "Do you not feel it? Why, the Navigator, who is Psensitive, is already rogering the cabin-boy."

"But I thought the cabin-boy was the disguised, under-age, half-sister of my valet, the product of an indiscreet liaison between my father's butler and a second under-cook in New Orleans."

"The Navigator is in no state to notice, and it would in any case be immaterial to a squid. Hurry, Bruce, lest your hesitation give some opening for undirected excess to overwhelm you."

Too late! From the cabin door a rough voice declared, "Get your kit off, lad! You're pulled!"

It surprises ne that nobody at a Farthing Party though of adding a murder mystery, so rendering the work eligible for an Edgar.

The Edgar? That would be silly.

#48, Bruce Speaker, Cohen to Managers: "Patrick, where did you put the link to Jim's cover? I must be very tired, because I don't see it anywhere."

Our fault. Teresa accidentally overwrote the edited post with a previous version. The link is back, from the words "drew a cover" in the original post.

What about the Penicillin Award, for the book that's got everything?

A giant squid arrived here to explore
this planet full of bipeds, yet it knew
already something revealed but to few:
there would be carnivals of blood and gore
and elder beings would arise. A score
of insane prophets laid it all in view,
that there would come a day when Cthulhu slew
all humans and restored what was before.
Now we, the fortunate, on the squid-ship
are set to voyage to an eldritch place.
We are the passengers of cuttle-fish
whose dark existence was but now a blip,
still we must venture out into deep space
where we will be the ones upon the dish.

The work was [pirated/released under its CC license]* onto Scribd. [Un/fortunately]*, it contained the following line of dialogue:

"Seeing as I'm over the age of consent, I think you're out of line to tell me I can't sleep with that squid."

After being despaced and de-punctuated, this yielded the following string:

SEEINGASIMOVERTHEAGE...

It was therefore subject to a DMCA takedown notice.

-----
* Delete as appropriate - I don't recall seeing anything about its copyright status...a sinister omission.

Not entirely coincidentally, it was at Saturday night's music session that I realized that the lyrics of the trad classic "Angel Band" would require only a couple of touchups and some strategically-deployed italics to be a Lovecraft story.

"The Holy Ones! Behold! They come! I hear the sound of...wings!"

Patrick said, "The Edgar? That would be silly."

Your humble correspondent, while conceding the erpertise of a Hugo-winning Editor, ventures toi suggest that past events hereabouts do not indicate that silliness need be an obstacle.

(looks at notes...)

Now why did I coloue the space squids gold, bronze, green, and brown?

Makes note to use "as I'm over" as many times as possible...

abi, did you put that in the wrong comment thread?

Now that Patrick has brought Lovecraft into the plot, how about adding some Ayn Rand? And a pinch of John Norman?

Serge #62: Not to mention....

Perry Rhodan took an axe
and gave his planet forty whacks;
when he saw what they had done
he gave his authors forty-one.

Jim Macdonald (#24): Oh, the thing about the song: This society's economic system is based on sound currency. Therefore, the unit of exchange is the song.

Which is why the book is written in verses: the book itself is instrumental to the plot, the readers realising at the end of the book that the deflation their reading caused is what forced the squids's time-looped invasion in the first place.
And the vampires actually are trying to save their natural cephalopodan enemies by terminating the in-story book readers, for such is the only way to the Graal.

Lady Cynthia yawned delicately. "Bruce, the space squids have gone. You can stop quoting John Norman as though you believe him."

Bruce glared at her. "On your knees, you ungrateful Kajira!"

There was a noise not unlike a large frying pan striking a balk of timber. Bruce crumpled, in a manner that would have been wholly unappropriate to the aforementioned balk of timber. The cabin-boy, a handsome dusky-skinned lad, placed the cast-iron frying pan on the occasional table. "Will that be all, Ma'am."

"Pray assist me with this gown, and then call for Mr. Bruce's valet. And well done."

"Thank you, Ma'am!"

RE: #27:

As I recall, it WAS an eighteen-gun squid.

Modified.

RE: #27:

As I recall, it WAS an eighteen-gun squid.

Modified.

abi @58: "The work was [pirated/released under its CC license]"

Is there an award for CC licensed novels? And if not, why not?

albatross @28: "Their currency is based on a highly secure mechanism for transforming your private song (which only you know) into a public song (which you can tell everyone). The transformation uses very bad singers. That's right--it's a public off-key system."

It's a little more involved than that. Currency exchanges could originally be performed in a building that contained the remains of dead relatives. It was a public off-key crypt system.

But this became unweildly, and now a drawing of the building is generally considered acceptable. It's a public off-key crypt-graphic system.

Jules @ 68

And since the identifying tags for the bodies are attached to the most conventient place on the feet, it's a public off-key crypt-toe-graphic system.

Has anyone told PZ Myers about this thread?

The undersea Canadian lesbian libertarians are attempting to build a perfect society based entirely on the works of Ayn Rand.

When Captain Smith (of RMS Titanic) is brought into that society, however, his natural male dominance (and penchant for iambic pentameter) lead to two or three chapters that would make John Norman blush in shame (all in a way that is not inappropriate for younger readers).

The author (an Australian of color with landed immigrant status in Canada, at the time of the book's release living in the Pacific Northwest) became a beloved member of SFWA based on the publication of three short stories in qualifying markets. This is a first (graphic) novel.

The murder mystery begins when Fredo is discovered exsanguinated on the deck in the gondola cabin.

The clue that puts the crew on the track of the vampires is that, when found, Fredo is left-male/right-female, while the last time anyone saw him/her he/she was left-female/right-male. He/she must have entered the Dark Eidolon between Lights Out and his/her discovery the next morning (by Lady Penelope--class issues are very much at the forefront in this novel).

James Macdonald @ 71... his/her discovery the next morning (by Lady Penelope...)

Thunderbirds are go!

Also, each chapter begins with a stanza of a long saga-poem, making the work eligible for the Rhysling.

PNH @ 55

Thanks for fixing the link.

Jim, that's a cute drawing. The dialog balloons made me think the gondola ought to be liberally covered in bumperstickers (24 ft. font?) with slogans like "Honk if you love someone of the same sex!" and "My other cephalopod is an octopus".

Not only have I been laughing all through this thread, at one point I actually broke out into applause.

More, plz?

The encrypted songs are sung by people in small boats moving down the river. Each boat can hold eight people.

This is called an octet stream.

Jim Macdonald at #23: "Meanwhile, aboard the squid..."

I am in the middle of a forgotten paperback called Petrogypsies, in which oil drilling is not done by machines but by giant tunneling worms that people can ride inside of.

#61 Makes note to use "as I'm over" as many times as possible...

Andover over Dover ready to hand over to Dover, over

Oh it's squidcraft, wicked squidcraft...

Great stuff, everyone! And "Making Light" is the one true source.

Scott Spiegelberg @ 29"
"Quibbling aside, the squid ends up being a metaphor for the grasping materialism encouraged by the economic class system."

Wasn't there a long-tentacled eye of the pyramid named Leviathan in Illuminatus?

Other people seem to have already hit the high-points (or should I say, low-points) of the consensus story.

I just want to add that near the end of the panel, I came up with another idea which manages to hit most of the bases, which I'd like to share. [I'll post it to my blog after business hours.]

In an alternate-history Nigeria, a recently-widowed woman of color hopes to use her newfound freedom to explore her gender identity and alternate sexualities. In short, she is looking for romance.

Unfortunately, with the loss of her husband, Miriam Abacha has lost her social status and faces a dramatic struggle to regain personal liberty and her property rights against the bloodsucking usurpers keeping her captive.

Her only recourse is to invoke a mythopoeic ritual dating back to the Spanish Armada, which she will innovatively update with new verse translations and perform upon a worldwide collection interconnected computer networks (to be described in lovingly-accurate technical detail).

Erik @ 77

Giant alien tunnelling worms! (I have a copy. Weird and funny both.)

Could we give the giant space-squid main vessel a smaller, younger space-squid "cabin boy"? Or would it be GLBT-unfriendly to have him circumnavigate the skipper?

P J Evans @82.

More proof that there is no book that hasn't been read by at least two fluorospherians.

I'm convinced that if I mention the bizarre book I read a few years concerning interplanetary truckers who use a system of jump gates left by a mysterious civilization called the "road builders" and which featured among other things a creature which had memorized a poem that told the other characters where they needed to go (kind of) and which ended with the line of dialogue, "You just punched God's lights out!", at least somebody here will know which book I'm talking about.

Jules @ #84:

It's actually a trilogy.

I know. But I only have the middle book. :(

As this is a graphic novel, it will be eligible for a Squiddy. But the voters will probably think the author's trying to pander to them.

Leave it to Making Light-ers to bring me out of a blue funk with a sudden onset of mad giggles...
And Fragano....Perry Rhodan!?

As her servants hacked their way through the brush surrounding the tomb of her executed husband, the Nigerian Princess Díla da Zarb'é contemplated her life. No longer would she have to live in secret, attended only by her 50 most loyal servants, able to eat caviar only twice per week! Now that she had found, at last, a kindly westerner with an appropriate bank account, she would be able to convert the $30 million in blood diamonds her husband had swallowed before his death, and live as she had formerly been accustomed to living.

As she deserved to live. She was firmly convinced of that.

At last they arrived at the tomb. It was pathetically small; the mausoleum would barely hold her and the 5 men (actually 4 men and one transgendered-in-transition-from-female-to-male, greatly enhanced with bioengineered hormones) she'd brought to do the heavy lifting. They'd had to leave their jackal-and-heron livery at home, lest they should be discovered. She would take vengeance upon those who had brought her to this humiliation, vengeance!

With magical crowbars they pried the sealed lid from her husband's casket. It fell to the floor with a crash. Then they all stood staring at the empty space within. They were undone; all of them knew that all their secrecy had been for naught, and they would soon be in the hands of the authorities. At last, Díla herself gasped out what no one else dared to say.

"By the gods!" she exclaimed. "He's been—decrypted!"

Emma #88: I'm sorry. I just couldn't help it.

Jules and Trip: I have all three of them. C'mon, it has a reference to Arthur Treacher.

So where does the Silverhawks crossover come into the story?

This certainly gets my 10 thumbs up...

Skwid @ #92: whew! For a minute I thought you meant this.

The Google ads that come with this post are ... things of wonder.

Jim @ 94

Yeah, I'd never have expected one for the '4-H Mall'. (slight croggling here)

#84, Jules
I'm convinced that if I mention the bizarre book I read a few years concerning interplanetary truckers who use a system of jump gates left by a mysterious civilization called the "road builders" and which featured among other things a creature which had memorized a poem that told the other characters where they needed to go (kind of) and which ended with the line of dialogue, "You just punched God's lights out!", at least somebody here will know which book I'm talking about.

#85, Trip the Space Parasite:
It's actually a trilogy.

You mean Erq Yvzvg Serrjnl by Wbua QrPunapvr, right?

Oh yeah, I read that. I didn't know there was a third book though, I'll have to find that.

Bonus Round:
Name that post-apocalyptic tale about the psychically endowed Canadian priest who meets the giant slug on his journey to defeat the bad guys in book two. After meeting and shagging the psychically endowed Native American princess.

midori @ #96: Uvreb'f Wbhearl?

Could we have a Corsair Queen of the Space Lanes in there? She might be from an alternate reality where Mars was like Leigh Brackett's.

#84, 85, 86, 96

The Series: Fxljnl
Book 1: Fgneevttre
Book 2: Erq Yvzvg Serrjnl
Book 3: Cnenqbk Nyyrl

Thanks to: The Internet Speculative Fiction Database

Me @99
Gosh Darn It!

Delete them Expletives!

Linking is not my priemier skill!

Link in 99 should be: The Internet Speculative Fiction Database

#97, Lila
midori @ #96: Uvreb'f Wbhearl?

Yup.
With a wacky premise like that or the aforementioned Erq Yvzvg Serrjnl, I really wonder that Hollywood hasn't come calling a long time ago. I mean, they did Waterworld and Independence Day.

Jules,
I don't know about being surprised that Making Lighters would know these books. I went through a period in my early-to-mid adolescence where I read (almost) every SF mass-market paperback (between Waldenbooks and the library), so I can recognize anything from about 1983 to 1988. My interest level dropped off (I got picky) and the market kept getting bigger. Nowdays, I don't know who's publishing in SF, outside of the big three* who post here from time to time.

I have a hunch that different Lighters** can cover different periods for much the same reason, and there's probably enough overlap to go back to about 1940.

*BONUS ROUND: This is a projective test: who are 'the big three' in modern SF?
**like whitelighters, only more nerdsy-sexy? Or like, well, lighters. (E.g. Reki's Imco 6700.)

I'm still waiting for the rotten fruit for my horrible pun, which united the Nigerian scam (thanks Lis!), allohistory, biotech, stupid fantasy writing, and the code subthread.

Come on, there was even real live Hausa in there!

*crickets chirp*

i'll be over here now

Xopher:

I'm awed to silence by it. (Also ROFLMAO, if it's possible to do both at once.)

P J 103: I'm awed to silence by it. (Also ROFLMAO, if it's possible to do both at once.)

If you block a laugh wrong, you can blow your ass off (or so my inner 7-year-old assures me). So yes, it is possible.

And thanks.

@Xopher (#102): Not enough dinosaurs.

(Add to that sometimes the genius seems so obvious it doesn't need to be praised... can I get away with this one ?
In all honesty, I read post #102 before #89... still, I thought it was great)

Xopher #90:
Jr xabj ur abg va qr pelcg
qbhtu qr zbarl ur unq oneryl yvccrq;
ab uneq-jbexvat tbcure
vg jnf, vafgrnq Kbcure
gubfr zvyyvbaf bs qvnzba'f unq pyvccrq.

For #90 please read #89. I'll go off and shoot myself now....

Xopher
MD^2 nailed it, I'm afraid. All the really good ones so fundamentally alter the fabric of reality that it becomes impossible to believe in a universe that never contained them. They have a certain inevitability, as though the language were constructed around them instead of vice versa.

OK, OK, my fragile ego is now repaired. Thank you all very much. Sentnab, vs bayl lbhe cbjref pbhyq or hfrq sbe tbbq vafgrnq vs rrrrrihy.

I keep getting the feeling that Mike is sitting somewhere reading these threads and grinning.

Re #84, 85, & 86:

The first book in that series featured a swell cover of a red '57 Chevy passing a towering futuristic space truck, which introduced me to the work of James Gurney.

I liked the ending of the first book, and was a little disappointed when sequels appeared to fill in the time-paradox action. But at least we got a John Berkey cover and another Gurney out of that.

It also did not stop at reviving truly ancient puns: Speculating on whether a woman's affections were for sale, a man speculates whether she is one of those "star whores".

Hi, actually Tansy (#9) is not quite correct. To be eligible for an Aurealis Award the author must be an Australian citizen or permanent resident and the work must have been first published in English in the period under consideration. Details at http://www.aurealisawards.com

PJ @ 110... Yeah. Remember the Zeppelins of Phobos?

I just find it fascinating that nobody has so far noted that to hit all the high notes, any such book needs to reference Heinlein somewhere.

Did Heinlein ever write about space squids? Or dinosaurs and sodomy?

Kbcure #109: Zl cbjref ner nyjnlf hfrq sbe tbbq; lbh arrq n arj cnve bs ebfr-pbybherq tynffrf.

For our tale to be truly fit and fine
it must do more than mention flying squid
(so Charlie says). Therefore I've now been bid
to put in mention of Robert Heinlein;
I can't declare that this improves the line
but here lies open what had once been hid,
now is permitted what was once forbid
and we have cleared up all the tangled twine.
What we must write, we write with might and main,
our messages have gravity and pith,
and we will surely show the world the way.
And so the story must include Podkayne,
another Martian better be named Smith,
but I'll be dammed if I can praise Friday.

Fragano 117: *applause*

How about....

Robert A Heinlein
springtime, giant mating squid
mobile infantry!

Emma re: #14:

Bone Dance is one of my favoritest books ever. Except when I've just finished Finder.

Two! Two! Two favorites from one!

Charlie, #115, I did use a red-haired heroine.

(Or is that more Doc Smith than Heinlrin?)

He'd go bouncing around in his armor,
Settle Jupiter's moon as a farmer.
RAH resurrected would not be dejected,
and his mom would still find him a charmer.

P J Evans @ 110

I had the misfortune never to have known Mike Ford personally, and not to discover his writing until after his death, so I don't know anything about his feelings about mortality and immortality except what I can glean from his own words. Still, I think he would be sympathetic to the idea that what remains of Mike resides in places like the Fluorosphere, where collections of his friends and admirers treasure and reuse his ways of thought and speech, and carry on the spirit of the things he cared about.

I just find it fascinating that nobody has so far noted that to hit all the high notes, any such book needs to reference Heinlein somewhere.

During the panel, it was noted that at one point in the novel the crew of the Space Squid is fooled by a sapient automobile, the Gay Deceiver.

Shouldn't there be a homage to 'doc' Smith too?

Xopher @ 102:

Be assured, rotten fruit is on the way. It's just that I'm in Germany, so it will take a while to get there.

(Metaphorically, you made me bang my forehead several times on the table in appreciation. Does that help?)

#124 Serge:

Sorry, the book plot has gone inert, and your suggestion has harmlessly impacted against it and pushed it along. Be good, or the Valerian Marines will be swinging their space axes to restore order.

albatross for Boskone

And I believe it was Lis who suggested the title (since we do have the vampire squid taking the Titanic to an Undersea City) should be Atlantis Nights.

Peter 125: Yes, yes it does. Thanks.

Lady Cunthia paused to admire herself in the mirror. My, but her grey suit was scandalously close fitting. She adjusted the clasp of her cloak and gave it an experimental swirl, the light coruscating in the gems that adorned her flaming red hair.

"Kit, do I or do I not look hot today?"

Kit, who had been christened Ruth, paused, holding Lady Cynthia's gunbelt at the ready, and assumed a thoughtful mien. "Well, M'Lady, weather asied, I do declare you should epxect to be fighting the boys off with a broom."

Lady Cynthia chuckled. "How tedious." She took the gunbelt and settled it's weight comfortably on her hips. "And the mask..." It must, Lady Cynthia was certain, be some ancient magic, perhaps held by the pattern of the jewels inset into the black domino, but nobody seemed to recognise her thus attired.

Kit carefully adjusted her flying helment. Attired as she was in the black harness of a Servitor, not one in Atlantis would even notice her particular presence. "M'Lady", she said, "Your bathyscaphic assault transport awaits."

Lady Cybthia wasn't sure why nobody should notice Kit, and following her along the corridor only emphasised the apparent blindness of the Atlanteans. As she passed beneath a sign, "To the B.A.T. Cave", she inhaled deeply, steadying her nerves for the imminent confrontation.

Maybe it's just an innate streak of perversity, but I've always wanted to see films made of the Lensman books in which high Boksonian officials* are played by Muppets. I've been suspicious of Bunsen Honeydew's extracurricular activities for a long time.

* As you know Bob, it's very difficult to keep all the thionite out of the air-conditioning system.

Your Attention Please

The character of Lady Cynthia Timebinder, that flame-haired hussy of the spaceways, is the intellectual property of David Bell, esq., of the ancient County of Lincoln. In deference to the truth, charm, and beauty, of T____a N_____n H____n, a general licese is granted to the particupants in Making Light comment threads to use the character, so long as the reults are fun.

Hi there! Bunsen Honeydew here, from Muppet Labs, where the future is being made today!

And it's a very exciting day today, because we've just finished development of our spiffy new transdimensional vortex. No more tedious chugging along with rockets. No longer the inconvenience of travelling inert, with all of that messy zero-gravity confusion. You just flip a switch, and you are instantly connected to your destination through the sub-ether.

Ah, here's Beaker now. As you see, my faithful lab assistant, Beaker, is all dressed up in his flight suit, and he's just so excited to be the very first person to have a chance to travel by transdimensional vortex. Aren't you, Beaker?

Dave Bell @ 129

Was that first reference to Milady's name really a typo, or was that a catty editorial comment?

This Sunday, you'll see spine-tingling (for you vertebrates) phylum on phylum action! It's Mollusca versus Arthopoda, as Space Squid, the Samurai Cepalopod, takes on the BattleShrimp, armed and armored as only a shrimp can be. Don't miss this evolutionary grudge match where the stakes just couldn't be higher as the loser goes to the wall! Sunday!

"Oh, Helmuth," Lady Cynthia sighed breathily, as the Boskonian's ruthless hands stormed and pillaged every nook and cranny of her Grays, "You're the only pirate who knows how to undo the Gray Seal."

#132: Meep.

q: Are you really a Lensman.

a: Yes, here is my grey seal.

q: That's not a grey seal, it's a walrus.

albatross #118: Thanks!

Dave Bell #129: Fortunately, I had just swallowed my tea!

Dave Bell @137: Not a lensman, then, but perhaps one of the eggmen?

Dave,

I'm noting that Cynthia is a double dactyl waiting to happen....

Higgledy-piggledy
Cynthia Timebinder
Dogfighting bathyscapes
block out the shapes

Tentacled horrors come
swatting the ships aside
Out of Atlantis town
nothing escapes.

(Rats, I messed up the rhyme scheme.)

How about....

Higgledy-piggledy
Cynthia Timebinder
Dogfighting bathyscapes
block out the shapes

Tentacled horrors come
swatting the ships aside
out of that wild ride
No one escapes.

(Not quitting my day job just yet....)

midori @ #96:
Bonus Round:
Name that post-apocalyptic tale about the psychically endowed Canadian priest who meets the giant slug on his journey to defeat the bad guys in book two. After meeting and shagging the psychically endowed Native American princess.

Ah, but have you read the sequel? (About which I remember almost nothing, except that I enjoyed them both and should extra