Last Friday I noticed another weird thing about Templeton. It's not enough that we have three castles (one in the lake, one in the woods, and one that's invisible), a patron lady, a confusion between past and present, and fictional places that are regarded as spots where important things have happened. No, there is more.
After dinner at our new restaurant, The Yum-Yum Shack-- we arrived only to discover that half the village had piled in to see what the food was like--we stopped by Pop's for the basic Yankee soft ice cream in a medium twist. On the window was a printed poster advertising Ichabob's [sic--yes, his name is Bob] Conveyance. This local business peddles "historic" stagecoach and sleigh rides to the tourists, and I frequently hear "Ichabob's" horses clopping by on our street.
The ad began, Step back in time about half an hour . . .
It's not much, but it's a start.
Seek Giacometti’s “The Palace at 4 a.m.” Go back two hours. See towers and curtain walls of matchsticks, marble, marbles, light, cloud at stasis. Walk in. The beggar queen is dreaming on her throne of words…You have arrived at the web home of Marly Youmans, maker of novels, poetry collections, and stories, as well as the occasional fantasy for younger readers.
- Seren of the Wildwood 2023
- Charis in the World of Wonders 2020
- The Book of the Red King 2019
- Maze of Blood 2015
- Glimmerglass 2014
- Thaliad 2012
- The Foliate Head 2012
- A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage 2012
- The Throne of Psyche 2011
- Val/Orson 2009
- Ingledove 2005
- Claire 2003
- The Curse of the Raven Mocker 2003
- The Wolf Pit 2001
- Catherwood 1996
- Little Jordan 1995
- Short stories and poems
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Sunday, July 03, 2005
Time travel in the village of Templeton
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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.