Chapters (48)
- First Among Sequels
- Thursday Next Book 5
- Jasper Fforde
- ALSO BY JASPER FFORDE
- FirstAmongSequels
- Jasper Fforde
- Contents
- Author’s Note
- FirstAmongSequels
- Breakfast
- Mum and Polly and Mycroft
- Acme Carpets
- Jurisfiction
- Training Day
- The Great Library andCouncil of Genres
- A Probe Inside Pinocchio
- Julian Sparkle
- Core Containment
- The Well of Lost Plots
- The Refit
- Kids
- The ChronoGuard
- Home Again
- Cheese
- Breakfast Again
- Aornis Hades
- The Goliath Corporation
- The Austen Rover
- Holmes
- Next
- The Piano Problem
- Policy Directives
- The Paragon
- Thursday Next
- Bound to the Outland
- The Discreet Charmof the Outland
- Time Out of Joint
- Now Is the Winter
- Spending the Surplus
- The Austen Rover Roving
- Somewhere Else Entirely
- Rescue/Capture
- The Bees, the Bees
- Senator Jobsworth
- The Great Samuel Pepys Fiasco
- The End of Time
- A Woman NamedThursday Next
- My Thanks to:
I frowned as I thought of something, but Landen clapped his hands together and said, “Oh, yes! Did you hear that the British bobsled team has been disqualified for using the banned force ‘gravity’ to enhance performance?”
“No.”
“Apparently so. And it transpires that the illegal use of gravity to boost speed is endemic within most downhill winter sports.”
“I wondered why they managed to go so fast,” I replied thoughtfully.
Much later that night, when the lights were out, I was staring at the glow of the streetlamps on the ceiling and thinking about Thursday1–4 and what I’d do to her when I caught her. It wasn’t terribly pleasant.
“Land?” I whispered in the darkness.
“Yes?”
“That time we…made love today.”
“What about it?”
“I was just thinking—how did you rate it? Y’know, on a one-to-ten?”
“Truthfully?”
“Truthfully.”
“You won’t be pissed off at me?”
“Promise.”
There was a pause. I held my breath.
“We’ve had better. Much better. In fact, I thought you were pretty terrible.”
I hugged him. At least there was one piece of good news today.
The Discreet Charm
of the Outland
The real charm of the Outland was the richness of detail and the texture. In the BookWorld a pig is generally just pink and goes oink. Because of this, most fictional pigs are simply a uniform flesh color without any of the tough bristles and innumerable scabs and skin abrasions, shit and dirt that makes a pig a pig. And it’s not just pigs. A carrot is simply a rod of orange. Sometimes living in the BookWorld is like living in Legoland.
T he stupidity surplus had been beaten into second place by the news that the militant wing of the no-choice movement had been causing trouble in Manchester. Windows were broken, cars overturned, and there were at least a dozen arrests. With a nation driven by the concept of choice, a growing faction of citizens who thought life was simpler when options were limited had banded themselves together into what they called the “no-choicers” and demanded the choice to have no choice. Prime Minister Redmond van de Poste condemned the violence but explained that the choice of choice over “just better services” was something the previous administration had chosen and was thus itself a no-choice principle for the current administration. Alfredo Traficcone, MP, leader of the opposition Prevailing Wind Party, was quick to jump on the bandwagon, proclaiming that it was the inalienable right of all citizens to have the choice over whether they have choice or not. The no-choicers had suggested that there should be a referendum to settle the matter once and for all, something that the opposition “choice” faction had no option but to agree with. More sinisterly, the militant wing known only as NOPTION was keen to go further and demanded that there should be only one option on the ballot paper—the no-choice one.