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| Tuesday, May 22nd, 2012 |
seanan_mcguire
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9:10a |
There's room for everyone on the Wall.
And now, the moment I have been quietly waiting for... Ahem. From today's announcement at Publishers Weekly: " Film rights: Mira Grant's trilogy, Feed, Deadline, and Blackout, optioned to Rachel Olschan, producer at Electric Entertainment, by Pouya Shahbazian of FinePrint, on behlf of Diana Fox at Fox Literary." WE OPTIONED THE FILM RIGHTS TO FEED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Now, this doesn't mean this will necessarily be a movie (although I hope there will), but it takes us a huge, huge step closer to that becoming a reality. Everyone I've dealt with has been amazing, supportive, and enthusiastic, and now there's a beautiful chance that maybe, we can see Shaun and Georgia Mason on the big screen. How's that for a book-day present? Current Mood:  ecstatic |
aliettedb
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5:00p |
Your hemi-semi-weekly Vietnamese proverb
“Tèo cao, té nặng”: “the higher you climb, the greater you fall” (“climb high, fall heavy”). As lapidary as usual 
Not much progress those past two weeks, other than listen to tapes (parents away on holiday). I can confirm my written comprehension is fairly good as long as we’re talking basics (asking people’s names, ordering in a restaurant, managing train tickets, etc.). However, oral comprehension still sucks (mostly, people are talking too fast for me to parse). Continuing my drills with the FSI tapes, and hoping that something clicks at some point.
In other sort-of-related language news, I finished Huỳnh Sanh Thông’s An Anthology of Vietnamese Poems, and his translation of Nguyễn Du’s The Tale of Kiều (Truyện Kiều), one of the major works of Vietnamese literature. Kiều was particularly interesting, because it’s a bilingual edition that’s heavily annotated, and it was really interesting to see the notes and compare with the text (not, you know, that I understood more than a few words here and there, but I could see some of how it was all pieced together). Huỳnh Sanh Thông’s scholarship is fairly impressive, and it’s full of fascinating tidbits (also very fascinating to see how the novel echoes the original Chinese work while clearly forging its own specific identity). Also, even though it’s a metaphor for scholars (the woman who doesn’t know who to entrust her fate to represents the scholars unsure of where their allegiances should lie), it’s really nice to have a woman main character in a tale. In many ways, it reminded me of Dream of Red Mansions;: the content is very different, but it’s also ostensibly focused on domesticity and the upheavals in daily lives in a way that the more martial novels aren’t.
Also, at some point I will post a report of the Bucharest event, once I have actually sat down and written it…
Cross-posted from Aliette de Bodard
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seanan_mcguire
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7:53a |
When will you rise?
Blackout is on store shelves today. After more than six years of work, and after three years of publication dates, the trilogy is over. I may have seemed a little quiet lately. That's honestly because I'm sort of in shock. I just can't believe it's over. I've been living with these people for so long that knowing that their book is closed is just...it's stunning. It's difficult to wrap my head around. It's finished. When I finished Feed, it was the best thing I had ever written, and I truly believe that writing it is what enabled me to grow enough as an author to become publication-ready (the final revision of Rosemary and Rue happened after the first draft of Feed). Each subsequent book has stolen that title from its predecessor. I am proud of these books. I am amazed by them. And no, I am not ashamed to say that. It's my book-day. I get to be proud. This trilogy has earned me two Hugo nominations (three, if you count "Countdown"), a place on the Publishers Weekly Best Books list, and so much more. It has brought me into contact with amazing people from around the world. It has allowed me to indulge my passion for viruses and pandemic preparedness without freaking people out (too much). It has changed my life forever, and I am so grateful, and I am so pleased that you have all been here with me. I'll open the discussion thread for Blackout tomorrow or Thursday, after more people have had time to finish the book; please, no spoilers here. But...thank you. Thank you all so much, forever. Rise up while you can. Current Mood:  grateful but sad |
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3:10p |
On To Glasgow
Ok, last year when Guns N Roses showed up three hours late for their Belfast show the crowd threw bottles at Axl and managed to actually hit him. Yesterday when Axl turned up late for the Liverpool show the crowed tried to throw bottles at him but missed. How will the crowd do at the Glasgow show do? Hit or miss? Note: They will be handicapped by the fact that Axl has hired professional models to take up every seat in the front row - leading to this wonderful quote: "Layla Ferguson, 19, Kyleen McKerlich, 23, and Annie Voigt, 22, are just three of the models who will attend the GN’R show, with Ferguson in particular unable to contain her fanatical enthusiasm. “I’m really excited about meeting the band,” says Ferguson.“I don’t know much about them really – my mum and dad are more into them – but I’ll listen to their songs before Friday.” |
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| Monday, May 21st, 2012 | |
officialgaiman
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11:49p |
A Preamble to a photograph
http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2012/05/preamble-to-photograph.html posted by Neil
This is a very long preamble to a photograph.
When Amanda and I were first going out together we would spend a lot of time on the phone, talking about big real things. We don't talk on the phone anywhere nearly as much any more, and when we do talk on the phone we're more likely to be trying to figure out the logistics of where we are in the world and how we can warp space and time in order to be in the same place relatively soon than about our hearts or our lives. That's just the way things are, and when we're together, late at night, in bed, we still talk about all the big real things.
But we used to talk on the phone. One night I said something to Amanda about my life, and beds, and the sizes of beds, and she got very quiet. I thought she was crying on the phone, which seemed odd, as I'd not said anything (to my mind) about hearts.
A week or so later, she announced on Twitter that she was writing a song. She posted photos of herself after each verse. It seemed like the whole of Twitter was cheering her on.
I got to Boston a few days later, and she played me her song, on the huge grand piano in her cramped apartment. She'd taken a tiny fragment of my life and made it into something else, a story about a couple, from joy to death, exhibited, as in a legal case or at an inquest, as a sequence of beds. I cried when she played it.
She asked me to give it a title, because I had inspired it, and I didn't want to give it a clever title, and so I called it "The Bed Song", and the name stuck.
It's one of the songs on her new album.
She's asked a number of artists to make art to go along with the book, asked if I would do something for "The Bed Song". I thought about what I wanted to make, realised it was a sequence of five photographs, mirroring the five verses/exhibits in the song. And that, while I love taking photographs (my lomo cameras are some of my favourite possessions) I did not know how I would take these photographs...
Fortunately, a few days later there was a gathering in Barrington Illinois to honour Gene Wolfe, and my friend Kyle Cassidy was there with his beautiful actress wife Trillian. I asked Kyle if he'd like to collaborate on making art: I'd write a script, describing the images, as I would have done if I was writing a comics script. He'd take the photos. Kyle said yes. Then I told him the deadline we were on...
And that we'd need people of all ages, willing to be photographed, in couples (all but one), naked in a bed.
Kyle set off, undaunted.
Kyle is an amazing photographer. We found volunteers through friends and through Twitter. It was relatively easy to find people to pose in their twenties and thirties and forties... finding older models was harder. I was hugely pleased when my friends Samuel R. Delany and Mia Wolff agreed to pose for the last photograph we needed.
Many of the people who had their photos taken told Kyle that it was a life-changing experience for them, and I can believe it.
The photographs were beautiful. The sequence of photographs worked as a story. We were happy, about everything except... Kyle had taken too many good photographs.
Each photograph was a piece of art. Amanda's doing an art book already, of the art that's been made for the album, but we desperately wanted to see Kyle's photos reproduced at the size and at the same quality as they'll be hung in the art galleries they'll be hanging in this summer, during Amanda's art tour. And we wanted the photos that weren't just part of the set of five, that would hang in the gallery and be part of the art book, to be seen.
So that's what we're doing. We're making a maximum of 666 of them (to commemorate the % by which the Evening With Neil and Amanda Kickstarter exceeded its level). If the demand is less, we may make significantly less. We want copies for our models, and a few for ourselves. You'll get one if you support the Kickstarter at the $1000 level or above (so each of the 35 people hosting a house party, for example, will get a copy), and you also get all the goodies from lower levels as well.
Right now we're just finalising the specs -- Kyle wants a lock on the box (or slipcase) it comes in, for example, but we need to decide what kind of lock...
There will be photographs, reproduced at the same size (HUGE -- the book is planned to be the same size as the recent oversized Little Nemo Sunday pages) and quality (amazing) as the actual prints. There will be an essay by me about the song, what inspired it and what it means to me. There will be the script for Kyle and the emails. There will be a reproduction of Amanda's handwritten lyrics. And we will sign it, and limit it, and I very much hope that each of the people who winds up with a copy is made very happy by it.
Of all of the things in the Kickstarter campaign, it's the most likely to ship last, because the production process of objects like this is always beset with nightmares. We want it fancy and beautiful and unique, but each fancy thing we add means there's something else that can go wrong or delay things, and that printers and bookbinders and boxmakers will simply not be able to do what we're asking, meaning we'll have to find someone who can, or wait, or send something back to be redone.
Right now, Kyle is taking the handful of last photographs for the book. And as we were talking about it, I realised, with a creeping horror, that the final photo had, inevitably, to be me and Amanda. Amanda has been in many photographs naked, has no nudity taboo that I've ever noticed. I'm English. I have a nudity taboo.
Kyle took several shots of us in Philadelphia last week, in our hotel room. Some of them we had the covers over us, in others (the scary ones -- well, scary for me) we didn't. I held Amanda and did my best to go to sleep and not to think about the camera on a stick far above us.
I've not seen any of the photos Kyle took of us without bedclothes, yet. I'm nervous as hell about seeing them, but also certain that we'll find the one to be the final image, and glad it will only be in a very limited edition book. But the photo that Kyle just sent over showing Amanda and me together, under the covers, with me mostly asleep, is beautiful. And this is it.
It's the only one of the photos that's in colour, too. I think we may use it as the image on the limitation page, the one we all sign.
And, with Kyle's permission, I'm putting it up here.  |
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7:58a |
Motorcycle crash: injuries to order
Two characters are hit by a car while riding a motorcycle. The boy, aged 18, is driving; the girl, 17, is on the back. I've read various stories on the internet about crashes but I haven't found anything that really suits what I need. I don't really know what to search to get specifics, just stuff like "motorcycle accident" "teen motorcycle crash" "car/motorcycle crash" etc. What needs to happen: Boy needs to land in hospital with some serious injuries, possibly life-threatening, but still with a chance of full recovery (however slim). Girl needs to be injured too, but only enough that she'd be out of hospital a lot sooner than the boy, with something like a broken wrist or ankle or cracked ribs, anything like that that she would recover from quickly. Also if possible, I'd like the girl to get trapped underneath the motorcycle until someone comes onto the scene and helps her out from under it. If this seems unlikely given what other circumstances I want, then I'll ditch it, but if there's a way to work it in that would be cool. I don't really know anything about motorcycles, and little about car accidents - so how would this scenario play out? Any help appreciated. Final note: Both are wearing leather jackets, jeans, and helmets with visors. Story set in Sydney, Australia. |
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9:38p |
Arizona, 1920s - Pre-"La Paz county", geography and demographics
I use the term "Pre-"La Paz county"" as I discovered through Wikipedia that the county itself was established in 1983. I'm trying to follow the route of I-10, as it goes from Phoenix through Quartzsite into California. This route is being taken by a motorist in the 1960s, but I want to find out - and I don't know quite how - if it's feasible that there were hamlets, villages or even a few houses in the region during the 1920s. What I'm looking to do here is create a ghost town that existed up to the early 1920s, before a murder drove the residents out of the community. Due to the relatively young age of the county, trying to find information on demographics prior to 1980s is thus far difficult. If, based on the previous question, there were communities within the county in the 1920s that I can draw information on, would there be a predominant religion that the inhabitants would follow? Or would it be something of a mixed bag? I had hoped to do a service for the two murders that took place, but I would like to have an idea on what religion I need to focus my research on. Searches: Wikipedia - "Quartzsite, Arizona"; "La Paz, Arizona", "La Paz County, Arizona". Google - Arizona Maps (to try and narrow down communities) |
| Tuesday, May 22nd, 2012 |
goddessgoddess
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12:15a |
Happenings today
I need to write this down because really truly good days happen so infrequently for me and I need to write with gratitude when they happen so I don't forget. Good memories have to be remembered. I got laid last night. Wonderful, mind-blowing sex the likes of which I hadn't had in... well, a while. I got some, and I felt good falling to sleep at about midnight. I don't know if it was the sleep or the sex but I woke up in a good mood. I was tired and tempted to skip Jazzercise but I didn't. I grabbed a fruit and yogurt parfait for breakfast and I went to Jazzercise. I got some great exercise, complete with raised heart rate and sweat, and then went home and showered. I played on the net for a bit and then took my son to get registered for college, which he did successfully. While he was doing that, I had to run home and let my husband into the house we'd locked him out of when we left. Then I went to my favorite nearby Korean/Japanese restaurant and bought a bento box to go. I ate just under half the bulgogi and rice, two pieces of tempura vegetables, two california rolls and took the rest of my lunch to Travis (who was registering for college). I was in a hurry to get to the school and tutor a student and I was running a little late. As it happens, she left before I got there, so I played on the computer for a few hours and texted some friends and then left to get Tony an hour early from work. He was tired enough to take off, so we went to Jason's deli and I had a beefeater sandwich (Jason's deli's version of a French dip au jus) which I ate half of and it tasted fabulous! I was dancing to Indigo Girls' "Closer to Fine" all around the deli to the amused smiles of many people. (In retrospect I probably looked idiotically retarded, and the people were probably feeling sorry for the special girl, but I felt so good, I couldn't keep it in.) After dinner we went to see the movie "The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel." It was funny and touching and surprising. The actors were amazing. We had Professor McGonagal from the Harry Potter movies, and also Judi Dench, who's been in everything including a ton of Bond movies. Slumdog millionaire was in it (who was also in the first and second seasons of Skins) and also the washed-up singer from Love, Actually. The movie was perfect. Came home and gave Ken my other half sandwich and wrote this post. I'm going to eat cocoa pebbles and get more sleep. <3 Update: We were out of cocoa pebbles. I won't let this ruin my happy mood. |
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1:40a |
Piss Off
Guns N Roses played Liverpool last night. For some reason the fans were surprised when Axl Rose showed up late. I guess these people have never read a newspaper or been on the Internet in their entire lives. Here is the best quote demonstrating that the "fans" are far bigger douchebags than Axl will ever be: "The band were unbelievable, but just for the arrogance – to come walking on without no explanation – I think it was disgraceful. “I have two kids and my wife was going spare. I have spent my life going to concerts – I went to see Paul McCartney and he came on stage on time." Yeah, guess what asshole, you were not seeing Paul Fucking McCartney! Fucking hell. If Axl put on a bad show give him shit for it, that's fine. But Axl has been turning up late for shows for 30 years. If you are enough of a fan to buy a ticket you should be enough of a fan to know this is part of the deal. Source. |
| Monday, May 21st, 2012 |
ursulav
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11:36p |
So Your Book Just Got Edited…
Enough people made vaguely interested noises in the editing process that I thought I’d talk about it a bit. It’s definitely the tedious, grim, discouraging bit of the process, but it occurs to me that you, O Prospective Author, may find it even more traumatic if nobody tells you what to expect! First, two caveats. I’ve had…I think…twelve books edited at this point, and that’s awesome, but the vast screaming majority were Dragonbreath books, and as editing goes, that’s a walk in the park with singing and dancing and happy bunnies frolicking in the grass. Only two or three required actual serious story-construction editing, where I had to grab whole scenes and shove them somewhere else, and my editor said things like “I don’t know–this bit just isn’t working here.” In 15K, you have to get everything done RIGHT NOW, and there is not much time for subtlety. This makes them tougher to write, in some regards, but it also means that I can edit most of them in an evening. (I believe I once edited one in an hour, at about 3 AM when I couldn’t sleep.) This is not what happens with novels. It is not what happened with Nurk, although that was certainly a very short book, and not what happened with Black Dogs and not what is happening with Bread Wizard, which is the book that lies before me, quivering, with its delicate little organ meats splayed out on the slab. (Seriously, this is kinda what it feels like. Editing is like major surgery. On both you AND the book.) Second caveat—I would love to hear from some other authors on their experience. This is JUST what’s happened to me, and may not be universal by any stretch. You’re talking to someone who’s first book sale (Black Dogs) was less than a decade ago, and I’ve only ever been with three presses, one small, two large. I simply haven’t been around long enough to say “This, here, is universal.” So take everything with a grain of salt. ( A post about editing that I didn't edit! It's meta! ) |
aliettedb
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10:48p |
Linky linky
-Tricia Sullivan on “SFF and reality checks”, aka how “making stuff up” can be actively harmful. Well worth a look; and Cécile Cristofari is also awesome in the comments about Barthes and how we make up stories to interpret “reality”.
-“Tiger Stripes” by Nghi Vo, over at Strange Horizons is a fantasy set in Vietnam, which is rare enough to mention. Also pretty impressed that the diacritics were left in, though really, the only word affected is “Huế” (I imagine that if the main character had been called something other than Thanh, which has no accent and no non-Latin vowel, it might have been harder to leave everything in). The story itself is lovely and poignant without being sappy (and it’s got all those lovely details like the chopstick in the mouth of the dead, the references to two of the great rivers of Vietnam, etc.)
-The Million Writers Awards longlist is now up (many thanks to Jason Sanford and the tireless judges). It includes “Exodus Tides”, published in IGMS (and, by a happy coincidence, collected in my forthcoming ebook sampler Scattered Among Strange Worlds); and many other familiar names from Ken Liu to Mari Ness. Also includes “Ghostweight” by Yoon Ha Lee, one of my absolute favorite stories of the last year, one I think was really slighted in the awards season nominations.
Cross-posted from Aliette de Bodard
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9:50p |
Word Problem
Q: When they hold a gigantic parade because your home team has won a football match and 25,000 people turn up to a square three blocks from you and another 10,000 show up a block away from your apartment and all the news helicopters in France are hovering above your building so low that your dishes and glasses are shaking how does you cat react to the sudden new noise? A} Continues to sleep. B} Looks for a cuddle from you and then goes back to sleep. C} Goes insane running around the apartment peeing over everything and then huddles and shakes in a corner. |
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5:16p |
Game Of Thrones Episode Recap
1. So they don't have time for some of the cool things in Book Two but they make time for stuff from Book 3. Huh. 2. Knowing what's going to happen two seasons from now made one scene almost painful to watch. 3. Poor dumb Rob Stark. 4. Poor dumb Jon Snow. 5. Poor dumb Theon. 6. I love the King of Bones. 7. Jaime's trip is going to be hilarious. 8. I can not fucking wait for the battle to start next week. 9. Arya's journey is going to be boring and pointless. Oh, well. 10. I thought the king was 13, not 17? |
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2:43p |
Montpellier - The Champions
Man, Montpellier won the French football championship last night and people fucking lost their shit. It was total drunken anarchy in the streets for about three hours and if I owned a business that replaced the glass in parked cars and storefront windows I could be a rich man today. This is what it looked like roughly three blocks from my apartment:  |
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officialgaiman
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8:49a |
The unlikeliness of the long-distance golf-ball-headed chisel-wielder...
http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2012/05/unlikeliness-of-long-distance-golf-ball.html posted by Neil
I've been thrilled how many people have watched and reblogged the commencement speech.
If you want to read it, there's a transcript up at the UArts website, here.
I went by train from Philadelphia to Arlington, where SFWA was holding the Nebula Awards weekend. I wasn't actually nominated for a Nebula: I was nominated, along with director Richard Clark, for a Ray Bradbury Award for the Doctor Who episode "The Doctor's Wife".
(I'd been nominated once before, in 1998, for writing the English language script to Princess Mononoke. And I lost.)
I hoped I had a chance, but didn't think it was a shoe-in: all the other things nominated were major Hollywood movies, including Midnight In Paris and Source Code. But I thought, seeing I was in the area, and that I had lots of friends I would see who would commiserate if I lost, and forgive me if I won, that it might be a fun trip.
I went. It was a wonderful ceremony. Connie Willis was made a Grand Master, and I kvelled.
The Bradbury Award is unique: a man dressed as a diver with an old IBM selectric "golf ball" for a head, holding a mallet and chisel to carve the happy and sad faces of drama out of a pyramid on top of a book. There's nothing like it.
And yes, Richard and I (and Doctor Who) won. I thanked everybody, Richard, the amazing cast and crew, Steven Moffat, and then I thanked Verity Lambert and Sydney Newman, who put a cranky old time-traveller into a police box almost half a century ago, and sent him off across time and space. Here is a photograph of me and John Scalzi dueling with Bradbury Awards:
I flew home this morning. I put the award above the desk beside my Jim Henson Creativity award, and surrounded it with poppets...
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| Sunday, May 20th, 2012 |
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| Saturday, May 19th, 2012 |
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9:57p |
educating children appropriately about gay love/sex
I am fairly new to this community and this is my first post so please be gentle! I am trying to find information on how to explain to a child between the ages of 9 - 11 about gay sex. In the story, her Father is in a committed relationship with his lover and she is asking questions. I am not looking for anything graphic (no squickiness) but need to know what kind of questions she would be asking. When I was that age I knew the mechanics of sex but I grew up in a rural area. This chid is from an urban, upper middle class social group. I have tried using google with phrases like "explaining gay sex", "gay sex education", "questions children ask about gay sex". I would be interested in links or actual references to books (especially children's books). I have been directed to wikipedia, Amazon, Barnes and noble, and gay web sites. Any help you could give me would be really appreciated! I am not very technological and technology often times defeats me. |
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8:34p |
17c military life
I'm writing in a slightly alternate 17th century setting and find I need details about life in an army (French by preference) in the period 1650-1670. I've done quite a lot of research already, but unfortunately there's a scarcity of good available secondary material that actually looks at the details of daily life (though there's tons that talk about the administration, the political context, the strategy, principles of siege warfare, and flags/insignia/weaponry/tactics - the latter primarily from a war-gamer, model-painter or re-enactor perspective). The best data points I've found are stray references embedded in other discussion, which only takes me so far. Can anyone help me with either info or references/pointers? Some of the areas I particularly am looking for details about include: - How many servants & other civilian staff, and of what sort, would a top-ranking general of high noble status have with him while on campaign? (I'm thinking someone like Turenne, Condé or Luxembourg). I know that Condé for one never seems to have gone anywhere with less than two secretaries, and in the 1690s the teenage Duc de St. Simon, as a volunteer & very junior officer, had at least 5 grooms & 2 "gentleman servants" in attendance.
- Where would these servants & civilian staff be housed, while the army is encamped? I assume that given the opportunity the general would have commandeered the biggest house in the vicinity for his headquarters, but that doesn't work so well while you're on the march or laying siege to some town. Most of the descriptions of camp life I've seen date from the 18c, by which time there were a lot fewer servants traveling with the army, and a lot more separation in ordinary life between masters & servants, so I don't really want to extrapolate too much from them.
- What were officers' tents like? Would all officers be expected to camp in the same place as their men, or did they congregate separately? How big would a general's tent be? How many tents might he have, & how arranged? (George Washington had 3 - one for sleeping, one for dining, and one for his baggage. But again, it's hard to extrapolate from Washington to a Condé or Turenne.)
- Who was the general supposed to feed every night? i.e. Besides himself & his servants & staff, who would be expected to dine at his table on a routine basis? When officers were not invited to dinner with their commander, what were their normal meal arrangements?
- What did the commanders eat? What did their senior/junior officers eat? Was their bread issued every 4 days like the troopers' ration, or did they get their bread fresh?
- Were the horses that hauled the artillery & the baggage kept in the same place as the cavalry mounts, or separately? How far from the troops would they typically have been? How about the grooms, the smiths, etc. who tended the horses? Were any of these ever mingled with the teams & personnel of the (civilian contractor) supply convoys?
As I said, any information or pointers toward information (either online, or primary/secondary offline sources) would be welcome! |
| Sunday, May 20th, 2012 |
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7:35a |
You Got The Silver
This video always amuses me. Keith fucking OWNS the stage and the way he uses a cigarette as a prop is fucking perfect. |
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