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There is (was?) an artist named Frederick S. Fudala, somewhere in upstate New York, who (a long time ago) was on deviantart and created this drawing which I “embedded” into “‘Tami Smithers Was Here’” on the writingsofleviticus site. It’s called “Druuna’s Ascent”, a tribute to the graphic novel character created by Paolo Serpieri. As I recall Mr. Fudala’s original comment was: “I picture Druuna, having been stripped by a gang of thugs, escaping by scaling this cliff, only to find herself thrust into yet another peril which she will have to deal with while naked.” It fits in with Tami’s plight in general, and in particular her scaling the cliff to get away from teenage toughs at the end of Part 29 of “‘Tami Smithers Was Here’”. Fred, I’ve been trying to find you for years, please contact me!

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- Sep 11, 2022
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Douceline

“Memos from the Commissar”, at least the style, was borrowed from Churchill, specifically the memos in the appendices to his “Second World War” memoirs. (By printing his memos, and not the replies or what he was responding to, he gave the impression that he won the war single-handedly.) Churchill liked to talk, but he also could be concise and wryly funny in the many directives he fired off. In my story, the use of this style by a Communist overseer is in itself some kind of comment (about what, I’m not sure).

The story got a lot of views, probably because of the graphic first sentence. Sometimes I think I’m too subtle. Anyway, the travails of this unfortunate daughter of French colonists, in corrected/revised form, is now under “Stories” above. Which will now be the “canonical” version. Thanks for reading and let me know what you think!

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