Category: Just for Fun

Who is the most prolific novelist of all time? Do you know? Can you guess?

I always thought it was John Creasy. Born 1908, died 1973, Creasy wrote under 28 pseudonyms and had over 600 of his novels published–mystery and crime novels, spy thrillers, romances, and westerns. His first book was published in 1930, and he was only 65 when he died. So that’s 600 books in 43 years, for an average of almost 14 novels per year.

And lest you think he just cranked out a lot of rubbish, in 1962 he won an Edgar Award for Gideon’s Fire, and in 1969 was voted a Grand Master Award by the Mystery Writers of America.

But I was wrong. The most prolific novelist ever was not John Creasy.

It was Barbara Cartland.

Dame Barbara (1901-2000) lived longer than Creasy and had a longer career, and more than 700 (!) of her novels were published, starting in 1922. She started with flashy, controversial, “sex among the rich and famous” novels, then settled down to write historical romances.

In fact, her career is still going on–she left at least 160 unpublished novels, which ought to be enough to hold her fans for the next few decades.

In 1983 Barbara Cartland wrote 23 novels.

I must remember this, the next time I feel moved to describe myself as a productive and prolific writer.

Somehow I’ve gotten a small reputation as “someone who knows all about weird animals.” Yesterday, in fact, three different people asked me three different questions. Just call me Mark Trail.

*”How do you tell a deadly poisonous coral snake from harmless snakes that look just like it? I mean, I think I’ve got one in my magazine rack…” [Answer: coral snakes are the only red, yellow, and black-ringed snakes in which the red and yellow rings are adjacent to each other. Hence the ancient rhyme, “Red and yellow, kill a fellow.”]

*”Armadillos are digging up my house, and I want to trap them. What bait should I use?” [Answer: We don’t have many chances to trap armadillos in New Jersey. My guess is that, since armadillos eat ants, bait your trap with a piece of bread with jelly on it. That’ll draw ants. I guess…]

*”Can you get rid of this horrible big spider for me? He just ducked under the aluminum siding.” [Answer: From your description, and because I’ve been seeing them around here lately, I think you’ve got a male jumping spider who’s probably searching for a mate. He ducked because jumping spiders are among the very few spiders who can actually see you coming; and when they do, they always hide or run away. You won’t get bitten unless you grab the little hairy fellow in your bare hand. And why would you ever want to do that?]

I have been elected to this post without campaigning for it. Oh, well… send your inquiries to this blog and I’ll see what I can do.

Are you ready to give your imagination a workout? Good–here goes.

I love prehistoric animals. I don’t believe in evolution, but I do love fossils. And one of the strangest fossils ever known to science is that of a creature dubbed “the whorl-toothed shark.” (There are pictures available at many websites. For instance, check out the article on Wired Science Blogs/Laelaps.)

All they’ve got of this creature is a coiled-up strap of… teeth. It looks like somebody coiled it so it would fit in a toolbox. The mystery is where it fit on the shark.

In 1899 the original discoverer imagined it attached to the shark’s snout. That wasn’t entirely convincing, so later reconstructions attached it to the shark’s back, the lower jaw, or inside the shark’s throat. The structure of the thing called to mind a rolled party favor–the kind you blow on to make it shoot out. Scientists tried to imagine the shark doing something like that when it encountered a school of prey fish. Blaaap! Whick-whick-whick! Instant sushi.

The bottom line is, they still don’t know. Sharks have cartilaginous skeletons, so it’s very rare for anything to be preserved but the teeth. But here we have a whole collection of teeth in an arrangement seen nowhere else in nature, and no one has been able to imagine the living animal in a way that provokes a response of, “Oh, yeah–that must’ve been the way it was.”

Far be it from me to suggest that the shark carried the strap of teeth in a toolbox and snapped one off when needed.

But I do suggest, as a general rule, that when something in nature looks so strange as to defy analysis… well, maybe it isn’t really what it looks like.

A little idea popped into my head last night.

I’ve been reading The Lord of the Rings for the umpteenth time, and I wondered what Middle-Earth would be like long after the events described in the book. And then I thought of something rather awful.

What if Middle-Earth, or Narnia, or any other fantasy world, were suddenly endowed with television? Imagine if some wizard brought in TV, and it was available everywhere so that everyone could see it: and imagine it broadcast the same dreck we get on our TV. How long would it take the Kardashians, Honey Boo-Boo, hebephrenic soap operas, sports commentators, and cable news networks to completely ravage and destroy the native culture? What would exposure to all this rancid goop do to Hobbits, Elves, Dwarves, and Men? (Well, we already know what it does to poor old Homo sapiens, don’t we?)

I wouldn’t write it quite like that, of course, out of respect for the late Professor Tolkien. I’d have to create a brand-new fantasy world–just for the purpose of destroying it. I don’t know if I’m up to that. It might even be some sort of literary crime.

I wonder how long it would take TV to turn Orcs into a cherished, pampered minority.

 

Let’s have a little fun today. Here are a few of my all-time favorite fantasy characters, with a bit about what makes them my favorites.

1. Gollum from The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings. Oh, yess, my precious–nice Smeagol, as nice as fisssh, sss! Maybe it’s because I can do a really good Gollum imitation. Maybe it’s because it’s so easy to imagine Gollum doing a commercial for Viagra or Cialis. He’s also the only sushi fancier in all of Middle-Earth–a truly unique character.

2. Lord Gro in The Worm Ouroboros. He’s the smartest character in the book, and yet he can’t shake a need to be on the side that’s losing. So he’s always switching sides–the wrong way. It’s the only way he can express his integrity! You’d think it would be confusing, but it’s fascinating.

3. Puddleglum in The Silver Chair (part of The Chronicles of Narnia). The dolorous Marsh-wiggle always expects the worst and never misses a chance to say so; but he keeps plugging away where an optimist might have long since given up–and his faith, in the end, is stronger than anyone else’s. Tom Baker (Dr. Who) plays Puddleglum in the old BBC rendition of the story. Once you’ve seen it, you can’t help loving this character.

4. Mr. and Mrs. Webb in the Freddy the Pig books. A middle-aged, happily-married pair of spiders, the Webbs are always ready to shine when the chips are down. They also give an occasional lecture, having met some famous spiders in their travels, sell war bonds, and give good advice–which is difficult because, being so small, it’s hard for anyone to hear them.

5. Mr. Toad from The Wind in the Willows. What can you say? The guy is irresistible. You just can’t keep him down! Which is another way of saying that he never learns his lesson.

6. Wytt from my own Bell Mountain books. Only the size of a squirrel, and utterly fearless, he’ll take on any foe regardless of size. If his little sharpened stick won’t do the job, he’s sure to think of something! His table manners leave something to be desired, though.

There, that’s half a dozen of them. I look forward to seeing who else y’all might add to the list.

People always ask me when my books are going to be made into movies. I don’t know, of course. But Bell Mountain and its sequels would make terrific movies, and I’d like to make them as soon as I can round up the right actors. My casting director has already made the following recommendations.

Claude Rains as the arch-villain, Lord Reesh. He could do it standing on his head, and even better, standing on his feet.

Max Von Sydow as Obst, the hermit-turned-missionary. I’ve always seen him in that part.

Steve McQueen as the conflicted assassin, Martis. He’d have to dye his hair, but it’d be worth it. McQueen has a kind of edgy, vulnerable quality that’d be just right. If he doesn’t want the role, I’ll offer it to Mel Gibson.

Toshiro Mifune as the horse-lord, Szegetai. No one else!

John Wayne as the wild man, Helki. Maybe that sounds a bit odd to you, but I’m convinced the Duke could do it.

Derek Jacobi as Prester Orth. You’ll all see the wisdom of this pick after The Fugitive Prince is published. Trust me, it’s a plum role.

I haven’t cast the youngsters yet–Jack and Ellayne, King Ryons, Queen Gurun, and the eccentric little mimic from The Fugitive Prince, Fnaa. The best child actors are always just waiting to be discovered.

Admittedly there are some difficulties with this. Some of the actors haven’t been born yet, and some have passed on. But, hey–we don’t call it “fantasy” for nothing.

PS–Feel free to post any further suggestions as Comments. Anyone who proposes an actor or actress who actually winds up being used will receive a full credit at the Oscars.

What do you suppose people would do, if they turned on the TV and saw something like this?

“Hi. I’m George Clooney/Cheryl Crowe/Rosie O’Donnell/Barabbas [plug in the celebrity of your choice], and I need to talk to you about a very serious issue…

“Scientists tell us that human population levels are not sustainable: that, unless we “build down” the population before it’s too late, everyone in the world is going to suffer horribly–from starvation, from disease, from war…

“So we’re looking for unselfish persons–maybe someone like you–who will take the first step… The new Adios! pill from [plug in your favorite “green” company] is guaranteed to give you a quick and painless exit from this overcrowded world. Best of all, it’s absolutely free!

“For a sustainable, green tomorrow for your children and grandchildren, why not say ‘Adios!’ today?…”

How many people do you think would take the Adios! pill?

Yes, I know–I’m a fantasy writer, and I’ve just created another fantasy. It’s just for fun, right?

But what do you think would happen if they really tried this stunt?

I’m told it’s very bad form for an author to plead with the public to buy his books. But is it just as bad to implore people to get their family, friends, neighbors, and casual acquaintances to buy them? Yeah, probably…

But I am also told that I must be my own publicist–rather like taking out my own appendix. I have neither the knowledge nor the talent for this role.

Look, if you’re already among the few, the proud who have bought these fershlugginer things, you are excused from reading this–although I would greatly appreciate it if you somehow compelled others to buy. But for those of you who hang around here and haven’t yet obtained any copies of my books–hey! Come on! Don’t you realize you’re allowing me to be outsold by all sorts of dreck about teenage vampires and witches and necromancers, etc.? Aren’t you ashamed of that?

This is Lee the Publicist talking, not Lee the Writer. Lee the Publicist is something of an idiot. Lee the Writer stands utterly aloof from this shameless appeal for sales. It’s all the Publicist’s doing. Honest!

But if by some unlikely chance it works… well, then I’ll take credit for it.