16 February 2014

The Sampling of 717, and elsewhere, moves on...

The tale that began with the novella Report on Sample 717, then continued with After The Lady Lord (as advertised in the sidebar and available in print and digital formats on Amazon sites worldwide) will continue and will be modified and will eventually appear as a full length novel, surely destined to become a timeless classic of sci-fi comedy and philosophy and revered for centuries to come on Earth and other planets beyond. And you get the sneak previews here on this blog. I do suggest purchasing the first two novellas in their original and printed form for their long-term investment and historical value, if nothing else.

Chapter 47 of the combined version, after the ending of After The Lady Lord, begins thus:


A bleak Winter came and went, with Edrig living reasonably contentedly in the emergency refuge for the homeless. He persisted with his policy of just telling the truth whenever any fellow residents or anyone else that he met asked him about his life. And so he became widely known as ‘The man from another planet’, although the title was invariably said with a smile and a shake of the head or a sneer. He would stand looking out at the grey skies of Scotland and might be asked, ‘Ah… what will the weather be like on your own planet today?’, to which he would usually reply, ‘sunny’, often adding, ‘but not with your sun, of course.’

Having found his accommodation rather dirty he had suggested that a role might be found for him in keeping it as clean as possible, as means of repaying, at least partly, for the hospitality that Sample 717’s governmental charity was providing for him. And so he became the man from another planet who cleaned the floors and the seats and sofas and toilets, and who would also often be found quietly washing pots and pans and cups and plates and cutlery as he gazed out of the window above the sink and admired the tracery of tree branches against the changing 717 sky.

And he would wander the streets quite often, surprisingly discovering that if he sat down by a shop window with a paper cup in front of him people would occasionally drop money into it, sufficient to buy some beer or coffee or a sandwich.

He was dressed in clothes from a charity bin at his lodgings. A thick pair of green corduroy trousers above heavy brown shoes. A loose denim shirt several sizes too big for him and a red sweatshirt that proclaimed ‘NFL 79’ in bright blue letters, for a reason that he was ignorant of. And on top of that he had a blue zip-up jacket that came equipped with a useful hood that could be tucked away and zipped into a little compartment beneath the collar.

And he was dressed in that muddled outfit when he ventured out one late March morning and walked the short distance to sit on the benches of the parkland that they called The South Inch, where he had once sat with Adrig. He was admiring the multitude of colourful little flowers that surrounded the high trees and enjoying the warmth of the sunshine on his face, while thinking of old Adrig once again rather sadly, when a smartly-suited young man who was accompanied by a rather beautiful young woman walked towards him, then stopped just a few paces from Edrig and gazed at him.

‘Well hello!’ the young man exclaimed.

Edrig looked up and surveyed this man, taking in his short haircut, clean-shaven face, blue open collar shirt beneath a fine dark suit jacket above equally fine suit trousers and smart and well-polished rather pointy black leather shoes. Edrig was rather bemused by this friendly greeting from a man he did not recognise, and a man accompanied by such a beauty with long black hair above a smooth white face atop the most lovely delicate slim body dressed in a tight brown leather jacket and jeans.

He became even more bemused when the young man declared, ‘It’s Edrig isn't it?’

‘Huh?’ was all that Edrig could say.

‘Edrig! Don’t you recognize me?'

'Eh... No...'

'It’s Adm!’

‘Huh? What! Adm!'

'Yes!' said Adm, 'It's me. Adm.'

15 comments:

Claude said...

Thank you so much for that chapter. Two days ago, I just read "After The Lady Lord" in one setting. The suspense is so great. I couldn't put the book down, once I started it. I've been worrying a lot about Edrig ever since. I should have known you would take good care of him. And now with Adm returning to the scene, I can hardly wait for the third sequel.

So many questions to ask. Will Adm help Edrig to settle on Sample 717 and finally see pole dancing ladies? Will the pod be tracked by Edrig's planet watchers? Will Eva be part of the group searching for Adm and Edrig? Will Edrig have to return home?

Son Martin is ordering my extra copies for friends on Monday. I'll bring you their own questions later. It's a great idea to combine the two novellas with a third one and to give a bit more information about lifestyle, scenery, diets and history of the different places Edrig visits. He seems to adjust so well everywhere he lands.

Thanks for a fabulous reading!

Andrew MacLaren-Scott said...

Your enthusiasm is much appreciated Claude, feel free to set up a stall on Yonge Street selling copies at a 20% mark up for you... and look... some comments by you and me both have mysteriously vanished now, but we know what we know...

Elephant's Child said...

Melancholy thoughts invaded my head as I started to read this. Regrets for what has gone, and fears for the future. And Adm's reappearance and evidence that he is thriving has shifted my focus. Megathanks.

Andrew MacLaren-Scott said...

Good times may still come Sue, day by day (I have recently discovered) and melancholia can pass.

CherryPie said...

Thank you for the next installment :-)

susan said...

As old as I now am I have a policy of waiting for all parts of a trilogy to be published before I make a purchase. I have a feeling the full story will be well worth the wait. I've loved every episode you've posted so far.

Thank goodness Adm has come to the rescue.. if that's what it is.

Andrew MacLaren-Scott said...

Ah, but it may end up as a much longer series than that Susan. Let's think... How many books in the Inspector Maigret series did Simenon write... There are many worlds for Edrig & Co. to explore, and many surprising twists to come, perhaps...

Claude said...

I think that Edrig will never allow me to go to my eternal rest.

Andrew MacLaren-Scott said...

Gives me something to live for too Claude

susan said...

Alright, you got me. As soon as the full length novel version is available I'll buy a copy (or two).

Claude said...

As Andrew plans to add to it and to rework some chapters, I think it will be a while before the full length novel version of Sample 717 is printed.

Presently, the two books are slim and very interesting. Each one can easily be read in one setting. The suspense really got to me. I couldn't put them down. And now, I can hardly wait for the 3rd novella. I hope it will be published soon before Andrew combines the 3 parts in a big volume. It's hard not knowing what's happening to dear Edrig.

Andrew is actually writing as Victor Hugo and Dickens did when they were offering chapter after chapter of a book in a weekly newspaper. Their books got printed only when all the chapters had been seen. They had regular readers following the story breathlessly. They would never have waited for the publication of the full book to find out how the heroes were doing. They bought the big volume because it was the only way they could re-read the story later in a few days.

Andrew's people are not easy to let go. Their adventures are original and out of this world. They are very smart and endearing. And you wish, with all your heart, that they will remain safe and will succeed with their dreams and plans.

BTW, Andrew, I worry a lot about Aileen and the kids. I hope we'll get a sequel to the sequel very soon.

Andrew MacLaren-Scott said...

Dear Claude: Victor Hugo, Dickens... Andrew MacLaren-Scott... You have (again) given me something to aspire to. Having spent 30 years writing science books with some success my next 30, or whatever I get, will be spent on the new direction begun with Aileen, Adrig, Edrig, Adm and my non-science non-fiction... I hope it will be fun.

Claude said...

Don't forget to also publish your "Dollops of Doggerel", Andrew. They are so meaningful. In a few words, you have the gift to present a puzzling life experience which many of us live only in painful silence.

I'm convinced that one poem a day keeps the doctor away. It certainly worked for me, years ago, when I was plunged in a dark, whirling pool.

Et voilà. Keep well, and writing, dear friend.

James Higham said...

How do you pronounce Adm again?

Andrew MacLaren-Scott said...

Ah, well, it is very simple... It is pronounced Adm...