"Pat Cadigan - The Final Remake Of Little Latin Larry" - читать интересную книгу автора (Cadigan Pat)

the logo -- High Sky Theatre in floating puffy holo cloud letters -- and
the Larry people got in touch with me.
Right at the outset, they told me that they were all direct blood-positive
descendants of the band and it was the first time that they had managed to
get one of each -- i.e., one of Larry's descendants, one descendant of a
Loopy Louie, one of a Luscious Latinaire, and one of a Lascivious
Latinette. And even a descendant of someone who had been in the audience
when Little Latin Larry and the etc. had gotten back together and made
their triumphant return to performing.
Now, I had seen the original The Return of Little Latin Larry as well as
the first remake. The original, I must say, had been story-heavy enough to
keep your interest but very thin in the experiential department. Larry's
descendant told me that was because they'd been missing both a Latinaire
and a Latinette -- they'd only had a Larry, a Loopy Louie, a few friends
of a different Loopy Louie, and a Latinaire groupie. For the first remake,
they had managed to find a couple of audience members, and that was a
little bit better, but it still meant the backstage stuff was thin. Then
the Latinaire groupie's descendant quit because he said he didn't really
feel like he was an accepted part of the band. Which I guess was kind of
true -- the groupie's association with the Latinaire had been a one-time
thing, never to be repeated. According to Larry's descendant, his absence
didn't take away much, if anything, from subsequent remakes.
The descendants' names? It's hard to remember now, but if you give me a
little while, they'll come back to me. I had to think of them as Little
Latin Larry and so forth because I didn't want to go contaminating the
memory with associations that didn't belong. It sounds over-meticulous,
sure, and don't think I haven't heard that and more about my methods and
everything. But I had to stay focused. I didn't want anachronisms popping
up because I was blind to them myself. You go ahead and inspect any
feature I've made and I promise you that you will find -- for example --
only native-to-the-era clothing, and not made-to-look-native-to-the-era
clothing. Some say you can't tell the difference, but I say you can. Even
if it looks perfect, the smell and feel aren't right. If you're going to
go to the trouble of distilling the memory of the event, either take it
all the way or don't bother, period.
And while this may seem overly fussy to some people I won't name, it's how
I can spot a forgery more quickly than anyone else. Some red faces on that
subject, I can tell you. Believe me, I know the difference between someone
who is descended from someone who was there -- whatever there we're
talking about -- and someone who injected a re-creation. One of the red
faces I won't name maintains to this day that he was completely bamboozled
by a pseudo-Zapruder, but really, if he was doing his job right, I don't
see how he could have been. But that's not my lookout, is it.
So. Having the Larry people (as I called them) all together and ready, we
hired a clinic and Ola and her sidekick went to work with the
genealogists. This would be the part where my eyes would start to glaze
over, to be perfectly honest (which I have always tried to be).
Biochemical genealogy is one of those things I just don't get. Every so
often, Ola and her sidekick would try to explain it to me even when I'd
beg them not to. The memory is retained biochemically, and what memory