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A (deadly) Game of Thrones

The series has been out for quite some time, but I’m a Johnny-come-lately to A Song of Fire and Ice, the epic fantasy series by George R. R. Martin. I’ve previously made mention here of Mr. Martin’s work, but at the risk of beating too long at the drum, I feel compelled to point out what an excellent series he has created.

I’ve also mentioned before that I avoid fantasy and science fiction most of the time, mainly. Here are examples why, from A Clash of Kings, book two in the series:

Hrakkar: from context, some kind of fur-bearing animal.
Xaro Xhoan Daxos: a merchant prince from
Qarth: home of Xaro Xhoan Daxos.
Shierak qiya: the Dothraki (a nomadic desert people) name for the passing comet.

Those names and words that have apostrophes and dashes are abundant as well. Given that most of the characters in the series are presumed to be illiterate (more than one mention is made of an inability to read) as it would have been in medieval times, the odd spellings are only exotic to the reader. Folks in the kingdom of Westeros would not have bothered with spellings, and as with spellings of that era, they would have been based on their oral rendition. Qarth would have been written as Cart or Carth (depending on Mr. Martin’s intention). Mr. Daxos might have written his given name as Zaro or Zarro. Maybe Exaro if the first letter shuns the Zee sound.

My point is, a glossary and pronunciation guide might help, but then the reading of the series might take on the aspect of work.

Still, even with the regular head-knocking spelling irregularities, like Ser – for Sir – the story is as intricate as a tapestry and just as tightly woven. One of the still-shocking realizations for me is Mr. Martin’s ability to write off his protagonists. Many authors admit to growing attached to their familiar characters and fall into the “happily ever after” trap.

Don’t assume that any character – major or minor – introduced at any stage, is going to make it to the finish line. Mr. Martin has the ability to cleave a player from the story without hesitation or forewarning much in the manner his antagonists use their broadswords.

A particular scene in book three is breathtaking in the swiftness in which the story changes course, when a particularly sympathetic family endures yet another tragedy. The passage is as unexpected to readers as the plot twist is to the book’s characters.

Not having seen the continuing episodes of the HBO series based on the books, I can’t say whether the producers of the television version have been less brutal to the cast of characters.

Where many authors and filmmakers go so far as to engage test audiences to determine the most widely-accepted outcomes and endings, George R. R. Martin possesses the confidence to jump into the dark water and ask us to come swimming with him amongst the beasts of the deep.

Who knows what may happen should we take a leap?

Good Book! Good Gosh!

Salvation is a lot more expensive than it used to be!

One of the online book sales consortiums releases its priciest sales once a month, and for September, the Good Book brought a heavenly price for the seller. The hand-tooled bible is old enough that Christopher Columbus could have taken it along on his voyage to the new world.

Printed in 1491, the so-called “Poor Man’s Bible” sold through American Book Exchange for $26,200. Obviously, it isn’t a poor man’s bible any longer, but at the time of its printing, this volume was among the first published in a much smaller and less ornate binding – more affordable for the common man.

Several Bibles made the top 10 of ABE’s most expensive books sold, but the top fiction honors went to a first edition copy of Louisa May Alcott’s “Little Women.” The 19th century volume brought $25,000 in a private sale.

Nowhere near that price, but an interesting book just the same is an 1883 German language bible we have in the shop currently with a binding that looks like it was carved from the trunk of an oak tree. The heavy volume is filled with beautiful engravings as seen in the accompanying image.

Some of the earliest Bibles printed in America were done in Western Pennsylvania, where German immigrants settled at the invitation of William Penn. Publishers in the region continued to print in the German language to accommodate the large settlements in Chester and Lancaster counties that still relied on their native tongue. Obviously, the use of German was prevalent enough to require the publishing of German language books well after the Civil War.

Somehow, one of the Good Books from that area found its way to Indian Territory, and eventually Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, where it proudly sits anticipating its 130th birthday.

Rolling your eyes: is there a button for that?

My eleven-year-old did something this morning he’d never done before: he rolled down the car window. The morning fog had settled all over the glass and I couldn’t see the passenger-side mirror.

“Do I just move it this way?” he asked, pointing to the hand crank. After I nodded, he flew to the task and worked the glass down and back up, clearing off the collected condensation that was blocking my vision.

When I bought the car, I searched for one that had manual door locks and windows, having had multiple bad experiences with electric motors and switches. As a kid growing up, I’d missed most of the fancy Johnny-come-lately options installed in the more expensive cars. On the other hand, he’d never been in a car that DIDN’T have a button to push for just about everything. The first time he’d seen me crank down the driver’s window, he laughed and asked me what I was doing – that flurry of arm and elbow activity threw him for a loop.

The task must have been undertaken in some other manner in the really “old days,” or else I suppose I would have asked him to “crank” the window. As a society, I don’t think we do a lot of cranking anymore. I have no idea how it came to be called “rolling the window down” in our family. There isn’t a lot of rolling involved. These days, it’s mostly the rolling of eyes at the idea of manually moving a car window up or down.

Car windows aren’t the only thing, I suppose. Teachers still explain how to tell time on an analog clock, but I wonder – for how long? The skills needed to type on a manual typewriter are unknown to a significant percentage of Americans, who will never in their lives need to know what the carriage-return bell signifies or how to set the tab-stops. How many younger folks have ever been confronted by a telephone that had a rotary dial instead of buttons?

Some of the old skills still apply, at least to some degree. I’ve had cashiers count back change the old-fashioned way, beginning with the total due and adding the coinage and dollars until they reached the amount of the bill presented. The majority simply let the cash register display the change due, and hand the pile over while announcing the amount.

Progress renders one set of skills important and others obsolete.

Concerning books, the lessons about how to turn pages are so simple as to be understood. Downloading an eBook onto a Kindle or Nook – now that’s another thing.

And I’d never be so foolish as to challenge an eleven year old to a videogame competition.

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