Band Width Part 3 - Anarky In the Garden At that point Nina started on a long spiel about Gothem City and anti-villians, how illustratrations and words were so much more powerful than either alone, which of course made me think of Alison Bechdel, and in her case I tend to agree, but why privilege one form above another? I admit, I’d lost the thread, when Nina pronounced, in a conclusion-making voice, “And that’s why Anarky told Batman :’ No partnership can fructify without candor on both sides.’” “That’s a quote from Amy Lowell,” I protested. “Who wrote this thing, anyway?” “It’s lesbian fan fiction based on the Anarky series.” “What is she talking about?” Lisa whispered to me. Nina launched into an explanation of fan fiction, and the Anarky series, with it’s controversial final issue, and how it was abandoned due to plot demands made on the writers by DC comics but later picked up by anarchists of all ilks who introduced their own characters but still made references to the originals. “The production values weren’t always so great. Anarky’s hair was way wavier on one page that it had been the page before with no explanation as to why. Some people thought it was an indication s/he was trans, but there was no textual justification to think that. At least so far.” “The Anarky series was very popular among philosophy students in Latin America,” Margo added. Who knew she knew? “I’m going to make some iced pomegranate-mango-dragon fruit green tea. Does anybody want some?” Ill help you! Emily said, so enthusiastically I wondered what might be cooking in the kitchen. “There’s already a full bottle in the fridge,” Jamie told her, “Did you get a whiff of that mango? We needed to do something with it before we had a fruit fly invasion. I asked if you were going to paint it and you said you’d finished.” We were all getting a bit testy. “It’s fine,” Margo stood, casting a furtive glance at her watch. It was a really cool watch. “Would you show your watch to Lisa?” I asked. “I don’t think she’s seen it yet.” Margo walked over to Lisas side and turned her wrist this way and that, letting ripples of sunlight play against the face. If the light was just right the background became the turning wheel, kind of like in the center of the flag of India, with the word “karma” faintly over the numbers and hands. Turn it a little to the side and the letters changed to “dogma” as the wheel became a fey Malamute with a litter of pups at her nipples. “Oh,” Lisa smiled. “I love Malamutes. Remember Bear, that beautiful white dog we met at the halfway party yesterday? I don’t know why you didn’t like her that much. She could have been the reincarnation of your dog Babo.” “I thought she was a Samoyed,” I countered. “Too bad Malka Essock wasn’t there. She would know.” Nina studied Margo’s watch. “I love the little phantasm that appears just when dogma morphs back into karma.” I leaned over, tried to see the phantasm, but I couldn’t grok it. The conversation turned to breeds of dogs, as Margo and Margo went to the kitchen, allegedly to fetch tea. “I think I’ve got it!” Andy suddenly shot up. He’d been silent for so long, hunched over his phone, that I thought he was engrossed in a ballgame and had tuned us out. “The Malemute Sounding Rocket! That could be a key to saving 88!”
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