{"id":2866,"date":"2010-12-22T18:51:26","date_gmt":"2010-12-23T02:51:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/?p=2866"},"modified":"2010-12-22T20:26:57","modified_gmt":"2010-12-23T04:26:57","slug":"a-dispatch-from-interzone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2010\/12\/22\/a-dispatch-from-interzone\/","title":{"rendered":"A Dispatch From Interzone"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Have a great holiday!  This is a long post, with some stuff to read, it may have to last you till 2011&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images2\/dannysart.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>This month I made some imaginative efforts and finished the next chapter  \u201cDispatches From Interzone\u201d\u009d of my novel in progress, <em>Turing &#038; Burroughs.  <\/em> As I mentioned before, I wrote this chapter is in the form of letters from my Beat hero William Burroughs, some samples of which I put in my post, \u201c<a target=\"blank\" href=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2010\/12\/07\/burroughs-writes-ginsberg-from-tangier-1954-1956\/\">Burroughs Letters, Tangier 1954-1956<\/a>.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n<p>Molding an SF action-novel out of William Burroughs letters is like collaging a landscape out of frames from the Sunday funnies.  And I had to draw all those wacky little frames too.  Or it\u2019s like building an epic out of haikus.  But I like the way the chapter came out.  It\u2019s funny, I think, and deep as well.  You can read an excerpt down below, at the end of this post.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images2\/1011jcarrot.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>Right now I\u2019m unsure of the upcoming story arc.  To some extent I\u2019m back where I was a month ago, when I wrote my blog post, \u201c<a target=\"blank\" href=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2010\/11\/29\/skuggers\/\">Skuggers<\/a>\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s daunting how many scenes and ideas a novel needs.  But I don\u2019t have to write the whole novel at once.  All I need now is to write the next chapter.  So now what I need is to outline Chapter 8 fairly well, and also get some clear idea of what happens in Chapter 9.  And the chapters after that will take care of themselves.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s a long process, after all.  And there\u2019s no rush.   But that\u2019s not exactly true.  My sense is that I don\u2019t feel as if there <a target=\"blank\" href=\"\">is <\/a>a rush, then I might not drive myself hard enough to actually finish the book.  Onward!<\/p>\n<p>No, wait, Christmas comes first.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images2\/1011cakes.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>Anyway, in my \u201cDispatches from the Interzone,\u201d\u009d chapter I did indeed get Burroughs to organize a trans-Atlantic skugger-star teep antenna, as I\u2019d planned to.  By the end of the chapter the construct falls apart and the individual skuggers go their own ways.  And this is as it should be, because it would be too much of an onus for Turing to have a skugger-star tracking him on his road trip to Los Alamos.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019ll just be regular cops chasing Alan, although, for a while, there will be more and more of them.  We\u2019ll see an ongoing attrition in the forces of control, as more and more of them will be converted into being skugs.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images2\/fairylandroof.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>I realized today, it\u2019s as if I\u2019m telling the story of<em> The Invasion of the Bodysnatchers<\/em>, but I\u2019m telling it from the p.o.v. of the pod people, and I\u2019m viewing these alienated mutants as a positive force.  Which is, after all, precisely what happened culturally as the 1950s segued into the 1960s.<\/p>\n<p>If near the end of the book, I have Turing pulling the skugs up into a higher reality, it vaguely correlates with Tim Leary lifting the hippies out of politics and into Lotus Land.<\/p>\n<p>And what happened then in the real world in terms of the culture wars.  What aspect of reality might I transrealize into Turing\u2019s final move?<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images2\/1011flatpot.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m thinking of the internet as being the thing that resurrected political action.  And it could be that Turing starts manifesting himself via the web.  I could even go transreal for the last couple of chapters, and insert myself as an authorial character, getting messages from Turing in \u201creal time.\u201d\u009d  Like there\u2019s an astral blog site that only I and a few privileged others (such as the readers of this blog), can see.  Maybe I\u2019ll give you the URL in 2011\u2026<\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, here\u2019s an excerpt from the latest chapter.  Burroughs is a skugger now, that is, a shapeshifting, mildly telepathic host for a symbiotic skug.   And the British Embassy has engaged him to turn a basement filled with 64 captive Arab skuggers in Tangier into a telepathic antenna for tracking Alan Turing, who\u2019s escaped to America.  He knows one of the skuggers already, a youth named Driss. <\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images2\/1011ssetnick.jpg\"><\/p>\n<blockquote><p> The second day, Driss and the fellahs tell me they\u2019re edgy at being in police custody.  Only a few of them speak English or Spanish, but our short-range teep is working.  The skuggers don\u2019t wanna play ball. So I get the Embassy stooges to haul down a fifty-pound bag of refined white sugar.  Everyone in the pit start feeling friendly.<\/p>\n<p>The third day I double the sugar ration, and slime out some tentacles from my fingertips, plugging every navel in the room.  Puppetmaster Bill.  \u201cLet\u2019s all get soft,\u201d\u009d I propose, teeping sexy images of mollusk reproduction.  I chant whatever gone strophes come to mind, also feeding the skuggers\u2019 real-time reactions into the mix.  Feebdack feedback. The locals are easy-going people, if you give them a chance.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images2\/wwseaweedhot.jpg\"><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>On the fourth day, even more sugar, also a carboy of olive oil.  Everyone feeling festive\u2014we shining and sticky with the sweet slick.  I push my face against Driss\u2019s so our heads merge.  <em>Plup<\/em>!  Feel real wiggy.  I use my squiddy arms to gather ye rosebuds.  And then we\u2019re a starfish with a shared yubbaflop head on the Embassy basement floor, like the center of a wagon wheel.<\/p>\n<p>I grow out a feeler with a lobster-eye to admire what we done.  Our group face look like a gangland hit on President Eisenhower, a bald baby with slit-mouth scars and eye-puckers like bullet holes.  Hopper and his boss upstairs are abreast of our session, they very pleased.<\/p>\n<p>On day five, I engage three footmen to haul in hods of wobbly British pastries, barrows of dates, heaped trays of kumquats.  The skugger fellahs are increasingly glad to see me.  Great cheers.  \u201cBooo-rows!  Booo-rows!  Booo-rows!\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n<p>Driss and I <em>plup <\/em>our heads together, the rest of the gang piles on.  We make a parabolic monster face, a dish-shaped teep antenna pointing towards the floor.  We vibe our mind-rays through the watery gut of Ma Earth.  You wave, we wave.   Hopper is run a droopy tentacle down the basement stairs into my spine.<\/p>\n<p>And then\u2014lo!  We pick up on Turing in Florida.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images2\/wwlakeedge.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p><b>Happy X and a Great Y!!!!!!<\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Have a great holiday! This is a long post, with some stuff to read, it may have to last you till 2011&#8230; This month I made some imaginative efforts and finished the next chapter \u201cDispatches From Interzone\u201d\u009d of my novel in progress, Turing &#038; Burroughs. 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