Worldbuilding Wednesday 4/10/19: Lapine I

The Chief Rabbit, by fiszike

The Chief Rabbit, by fiszike

In the mid-1970s British Author Richard Adams forever re-defined the talking animal fantasy with Watership Down. “A group of adventurers flee their doomed city… and they are rabbits” was one of the taglines. Thrust into the wider world, they encounter predators, roads, hostile or indifferent humans, and unfamiliar territory as they search for a place to call their own. When they find it, it’s threatened by the militaristic rule of General Woundwart, a rabbit “as big as a hare” who rules a nearby rabbit warren. It’s a huge doorstopper of a book, yet suitable for all ages so that it often pops up on YA and Middle Grade reading lists. It’s readable, profound, and touching. (Read my review of the sequel, Tales from Watership Down, here.)

Naming conventions for the rabbits were based on gender. Male rabbits had the names of plants or plant features: Acorn, Hazel, Blackberry; while female rabbits had Lapine (Adams’s name for the rabbit’s language) names that meant something pretty or delicate, such Nildro-Hain (Blackbird’s Song) or Hyzenthlay (Fur shining like dew). Yet, the system was not followed to the letter. Bigwig, Hazel’s second-in-command, had a Lapine name, Thlayli, that meant Fur-head, and two of the domestic female rabbits met on the journey had the non-Lapine names of Clover and Haystack. In the sequel, the system of male-plant / female-Lapine names appears again, but for this round the does’ names are less elaborate (Tilpha, Milmown) and their meanings not explained. A few of the male rabbits have Lapine names as well. Perhaps this was an effort by the author to show that each rabbit warren had different naming conventions and they changed over time, but it could also mean he was forgetful or lazy.

Any, should anyone wish to write Watership Down fanfic, here’s a list of abstracted Lapine names for male and female rabbits.

Watership Down Rabbit Names

Lapine Does

Thliana

Myflain

Hendrah

Vyrsien

Flayfrai

Laindra

Theelthu

Pfartha

Frilda

Frelda

Faisling

Liesla

Vlaydrah

Nolmairn

Vinnavhrar

Preesa

Meethra

Yeethis

Laa-Mahr

Nai-Althay

Hilazu

Sindrith

Yiltha

Thraifleet

Frowla

Myzensil

Medashee

Viltheelis

Hyfleur

Hyzinth

Huszainthra

Thamba

Lapine Bucks

Uthais

Zuvlay

Horsath

Sthurdas

Ulmay

Pelthi

Navrith

Yathlay

Sthaurt

Pythrow

Haimbro

Yulm

Rythri

Hlokir

Fronah

Pfroot

Hlaymo

Vortheer

Thathron

Vilthzon

Osshil

Enuth

Pilthvris

Hleefrang

Thudammon

Fraindon

Pirnald

Thlowrah

Flardo

Yethlorn

Hiako

Hainshurd

 

Zombies on Broadway

“Break a leg! Break off an arm, too!”

Worldbuilding Wednesday 4/3/19: Steampunk Novels

The Day the Wires Came Down, by Ornicar

Steampunk, a term coined in the mid-1980s, is a catch-all term for artistic design and subject matter that harks back to the Victorian Age, when steam-powered machinery and clockwork mechanisms began to drive the Industrial Revolution. The term was invented by SF writer K.W. Jeter in a tongue-in-cheek reference to Cyberpunk. But the term and its aesthetics did not pass into popular culture until the 1990s, when, in a one-two punch, William Gibson and Bruce Sterling, both Cyberpunk pioneers, released The Difference Engine, and the California Disneyland revamped its Tomorrowland design into a Jules Verne-inspired vision of the future that never was. The ball started rolling after that.

Need some inspiration? Here are some randomgenned Steampunk novels that have yet to be written.

 

Steampunk Novels

Steel Rubies

Winter Mercury

The Thousand Year Calculation

Gears of Beguilement

The Zeppelin Corset

Cryptic Breath

The Iron Daughter’s Tale

Clockwork Ghosts

An Occurrence at the Iron Circus

Fallen Alchemy

The Hypnogogic Guest

The Electric Duchess

Our Lady of the Silver Turbines

The Iron Cloister

Ectomagic

The Ivory Juggernaut

The Case of the Wind-Up King

The Steam-Driven League

The Steel Parasol

The Automated City

Jade Leviathan

A Numerologist of Valor

Burrrp

Excuse Me. Terribly Sorry.

Jet Age [Reading Challenge 2019]

Jet Age: The Comet, the 707, and the Race to Shrink the World

by Sam Howe Verhovek
Avery, 2010

[Challenge # 25: A book in which airplanes figure prominently.]

Hubris and aviation have a long, intertwined history together. Overconfidence in a flight control system most likely caused the recent crashes of a Boeing 737 Max 8 in Ethiopia and Malaysia, and a faulty cargo door design the crash of a DC-10 in Ermenonville, France, in 1974.*  Such hubris may have even caused the demise of a whole national aviation industry, as happened in the early 1960s in Great Britain.

Jet Age: The Comet, the 707, and the Race to Shrink the World is a history of the first two commercial jets that ushered in the era of modern aviation: The British DeHavilland-produced Comet, and the American Boeing 707. The Comet came out first, but suffered a series of mysterious accidents, and Seattle’s The Boeing Company and the U.S. eventually walked away with the prizes. I chose it for my airplane read, and I found it an excellent introduction to the commercial airline industry.  It surprised me with many new nuggets of fact, like how Boeing, known mainly for military aircraft, entering the commercial industry after WWII for the simple reason they’d get better tax breaks from the US government. I love this stuff.

I’m an amateur student of all things aviation and space, but the book was not so dense that someone would need a background in aviation to understand it. All sorts of interesting characters and side stories are introduced throughout, so if a reader wishes to read further about Boeing, test pilots, Pan Am and Juan Trippe, or women in aviation, it’s a good jumping-off point. The reviews on Goodreads weren’t outstanding, but I give it five stars, and a strong recommendation.

*  Detailed in the excellent The Flight 981 Disaster: Tragedy, Treachery, and the Pursuit of Truth, by Samme Chittum.

“Gold and Ivory” at the UW Bookstore

On March 29, 2019 I will be reading an excerpt from my short story “Gold and Ivory” at the UW Bookstore in Seattle. The story is from B-Cubed Press’s Alternative Truths III: Endgame anti-Trump anthology. The event starts at 7 pm. Hope to see you there!

Worldbuilding Wednesday 3/27/19: Superheroines

Ms. Marvel, debut issue, 1977

Captain Marvel, now riding high at the box office, debuted under the name of Ms. Marvel in 1977 as a spinoff of Spider-man. Maryjane is worshipful, Peter Parker dubious, and J. Jonah Jameson chomping at the bit at her arrival.

How about some other superheroines courtesy of random generation…?

Superheroines.

Swamp Nymph

Scarlet Stalker

Ms. Apocalypse

Cosmonella

Aerosphinx

Electropixie

Miss Sabre

Micromaid

She-Orchid

Black Valkyrie

Karma Chick

The Lone Bandita

Technohuntress

Lady Zodiac

Hydrodiva

The Stainless Steel Girl

Rocketgal

The Gray Witch

Werevixen

Radio Belle

Starvamp

Jurassic Kitten

Panzer Lioness

Paragirl

News from Planet LoCarb

I receive a smorgasbord of robot-generated spam on this site, most of which I delete. But every once in a while a receive a gem so perfect, so diamond-like in its sheer garbled incompetentness, that I have to share it. This one read like a randomly constructed SF novel.

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Now I will show off my editing skills (and some imagination) in getting it to make sense.

He was still stuck on hardly more than a ledge cut off in the cliff. He, Forex, gave a glance over to the Slime God using the last ‘egg’ of his ‘bird’ — the reconnaissance robot. For anyone on board, it would seem he was looking by means of a short, flexible stalk.

Obediently, the egg said quietly, “When the human Carrb is struck?”

Forex shook his head. “But suppose the robot said, ‘To think of the winner in light-years is Squidgee-17′ or whatever.”

“Then the robot is wrong. We go there and the winner is a probability in force depending on this god-like being. Remember, there are no habitable planets after automatic engagement.” Forex puzzled on this. “In the absence of superluminal travel, we discovered the planet Andrew Carrb was doing a survey on. Other than volume, and a certain temperature in the Solar System, he found it had one of two atmospheres.”

“Ah. A cell  higher than his body!”

“Yes. He believed that. Only then did allow himself to think the cell was on a semipermanent basis, or able to fire completely, since fire was what he had done research on.”

“Dinosaurs in a moist, tropical atmosphere they’ve already seized. The key!”

“I, too, am irate,” the egg said.

Still on the cliff, Forex could not tell whether the Slime God had brightened with the egg’s temper or not. He said, “Come to think, you sure did test what I had.”

A stodgy but not-bad excerpt from a hard science fiction story here, say, Robert Forward’s.