Sunday, November 11, 2012

The Book I Never Wrote

I was looking for a piece of Very Important Paper this past Friday and in so doing I came across this old tattered and stained page that was lurking in the voluminous Pennington archives:


Click to embiggen

Heh.  I don't remember when I wrote this... ahem... whatever-it-is... but I'm certainly glad I never wrote the book astounding, yet impressive collection of clich├ęs.  This particular page (as in: its physical being) is prolly a transcription of a handwritten document I put together shortly after I returned from a four month TDY back in 1976 to Doi Inthanon (the tallest mountain in Thailand,  and a place I've mentioned in the pages of EIP a couple o' times), which is also quite near Chaing Mai.  Most authors write from personal experience and I believed I had sufficient "experience" with the situations, the locale, and certain potential characters described in the synopsis that I could put together a credible story.  But we were Airmen then, and young... which is also to say we were wrong about a lot o' thangs.

"Daphne DeVries."  Heh.

18 comments:

  1. Replies
    1. That's the blog, Christina. ;-)

      Delete
  2. Replies
    1. That would be THE way to begin the book...

      Delete
  3. "Daphne DeVries." Heh.

    Just out of curiosity I Googled Daph.

    Not much interesting, though.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I googled her, too. I shouldn't have been surprised that DD actually exists but I WAS surprised at how many there are.

      Delete
  4. dc cat (aka "Barco") wins the thread!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thang ya, fellers! Be sure to tip the waitresses and bar staff...

      Delete
    2. Especially the bar staff.

      Delete
  5. I would definitely buy this book. And I'm sad that you didn't write it. Your scenario sounds better than 95% of the stuff in that genre out there now. I say write it now; the ensuing years and "distance" from the subject will provide you with the necessary objectivity. It would make a nice project and you could easily publish it as an ebook on Kindle. I'm not kidding.

    And when the movie version is cast, I suggest Ben Affleck for the role of Urban.

    I did note your mention of the bordello location and "experience" with "certain potential characters." But I'm sure you were probably referring to Urban and/or Ralph Hunter. :-)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I say write it now...

      There's just one thang lacking: motivation. But I appreciate the encouragement and kind words, Dan. As for the "experience...", yeah. You're right. It was the bureaucrats I was on about. ;-)

      Delete
  6. General Wah = All-Around Degenerate

    ROTFLMAO.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Now ya see why I didn't write this?

      Delete
  7. "Recalcitrant coquette" -- positively Harlequinesque! love it!

    If you publish, I promise to buy.

    It's a thousand pages, give or take a few,
    I'll be writing more in a week or two.
    I can make it longer if you like the style,
    I can change it round and I want to be a paperback writer,
    Paperback writer.

    J. R. Burns

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I had a roommate in the way-back who collected Harlequin romance novels. Her mother would send her ALL the new releases in a box every week and this girl would ensconce herself on the couch on Saturday mornings with a cup o' tea and wouldn't MOVE (except for refills and the call o' nature) until she'd read every damned one. The reading orgy would last until sometime Sunday, depending on the weight of the current shipment. Thanks for the memory (srsly!), J.R. I really liked that girl a lot.

      And now I'll have "Paperback Writer" goin' thru my head all day. ;-)

      Delete
  8. "Thanks for the memory" would make a good song title.

    Here's another to go through your head --

    Mark Knopfler as the Dylanesque put-down artist


    Lady Writer on the TV
    Talk about the Virgin Mary
    Reminded me of you
    Expectations left to come up to yeah

    Lady writer on the TV
    Yeah, she had another quality
    The way you used to look
    And I know you never read a book

    Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
    Then I recall my fall from grace
    Another time, another place

    Lady writer on the TV
    She had all the brains and the beauty
    The picture does not fit
    You talked to me when you felt like it

    Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
    Then I recall my fall from grace
    Another time, another place

    Yes and your rich old man
    You know he'd call her a dead ringer
    You got the same command
    Plus you mother was a jazz singer

    Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
    Then I recall my fall from grace
    Another time, another place

    Lady writer on the TV
    She knew all about a history
    You couldn't hardly write your name
    I think I want you just the same as the

    Lady writer on the TV
    Talking about the Virgin Mary
    Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me
    And the lady writer on the TV
    Lady writer on the TV
    Talking about the Virgin Mary
    Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me
    And the lady writer on the TV

    ReplyDelete

Just be polite... that's all I ask.