BRIAN ALDISS
Copyright Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Dedication Epigraph Introduction BOOK ONE Mountebanks in an Urban Landscape A Balloon Over the Bucintoro BOOK TWO A Feast Unearned Woman With Mandoline in Sunlight A Young Soldier’s Horoscope The Ancestral Hunt BOOK THREE Castle Interior With Penitents Wedding Cups and Naked Guests About the Author Also by Brian Aldiss About the Publisher
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First published in Great Britain by Jonathan Cape 1976
Portions of this novel appeared in a different form in Orbit 12, copyright © Damon Knight 1973
Copyright © Brian Aldiss 2015
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Dedication Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Dedication Epigraph Introduction BOOK ONE Mountebanks in an Urban Landscape A Balloon Over the Bucintoro BOOK TWO A Feast Unearned Woman With Mandoline in Sunlight A Young Soldier’s Horoscope The Ancestral Hunt BOOK THREE Castle Interior With Penitents Wedding Cups and Naked Guests About the Author Also by Brian Aldiss About the Publisher
For Margaret
time under prisms
dawn and pollen clouds afloat
presaging changes
you are the glimpsed light
in my smokey existence
frail but enduring
Epigraph Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Dedication Epigraph Introduction BOOK ONE Mountebanks in an Urban Landscape A Balloon Over the Bucintoro BOOK TWO A Feast Unearned Woman With Mandoline in Sunlight A Young Soldier’s Horoscope The Ancestral Hunt BOOK THREE Castle Interior With Penitents Wedding Cups and Naked Guests About the Author Also by Brian Aldiss About the Publisher
You sing of the old gods easily
In the days when you are young,
When love and trust seem not at odds;
But I know there are gods behind the gods,
Gods that are best unsung.
K. G. St Chentero
(XVI Mil.)
Contents
Cover
Title Page BRIAN ALDISS
Copyright
Dedication
Epigraph
Introduction
BOOK ONE
Mountebanks in an Urban Landscape
A Balloon Over the Bucintoro
BOOK TWO
A Feast Unearned
Woman With Mandoline in Sunlight
A Young Soldier’s Horoscope
The Ancestral Hunt
BOOK THREE
Castle Interior With Penitents
Wedding Cups and Naked Guests
About the Author
Also by Brian Aldiss
About the Publisher
A note on the original text published by Jonathan Cape in 1976:
Malacia is one of my great fantastical territories. I was moved to make Malacia in imitation of England, which had become boring at that time, just when I had returned from exotic tropical climes. I inserted the odd dinosaur to liven matters up a bit. Oxford lacked dinosaurs. I submitted my finished novel to my publisher at Jonathan Cape – very pleasant people. And just to cheer up that wodge of manuscript, I inserted between its pages some reproductions of etchings by G.B. Tiepolo – crazy, lovely things that even Italian art critics could not comprehend. Off went the manuscript. It happened that my publisher was about to visit the German book exhibition in Frankfurt; a thoughtful man, he took my manuscript with him. He read it while flying back to London. And he liked it so much that he hung on to the Tiepolos, to use them here and there throughout the original book.
Brian W. Aldiss
Oxford, 2015
BOOK ONE
Mountebanks in an Urban Landscape
Smoke was drifting through my high window, obscuring the light.
Something was added to the usual aromas of Stary Most. Among the flavours of fresh-cut timber, spices, cooking, gutters, and the incense from the corner wizard, Throat Dark, floated the smell of wood-smoke. Perhaps the sawdust-seller had set fire to his load again.
Going to my casement, I looked down into the street, which was more crowded than usual for this hour of day. The gongfermors and their carts had disappeared, but the Street of the Wood Carvers was jostling with early traffic, including among its habitual denizens a number of porters, beggars, and general hangers-on; they were doing their best either to impede or to further the progress of six burly orientals, all wearing turbans, all accompanied by lizard-boys bearing canopies over them – the latter intended as much to provide distinction as shade, since the summer sun had little force as yet.
The smoke was rising from the sweepings of an ash-merchant, busily burning the street’s rubbish. One good noseful of it and I withdrew my head.
The orientals had probably disembarked from a trireme newly arrived. From my attic, between roofs, its furled sails could be glimpsed alongside the Satsuma, only a couple of alleys distant.
I pulled on my blue ankle-boots, made from genuine marshbags skin; the black pair was in pawn and likely to remain so for a while. Then I went to greet the day.
As I went down the creaking stair, I met my friend de Lambant climbing up to meet me, his head lowered as if compulsively counting the steps. We greeted each other.
‘Have you eaten, Perian?’
‘Why, I’ve been up for hours doing nothing else,’ I said, as we made our way down. ‘A veritable banquet at Truna’s, with pigeon pie merely one of the attractions.’
‘Have you eaten, Perian?’
‘Today not, if you refuse to believe in pigeon pie. And you?’
‘I found a muffin lying idle on a baker’s tray as I made my way here.’
‘There’s a ship in. Shall we have a look at it on our way to Kemperer’s?’
‘If you think it holds any advantage. My horoscope isn’t profitable today. There’s women in it, but not just yet apparently. Saturn is proving difficult, while all the entrails are against me.’
‘I’m too hard-up even to get my amulet blessed by Throat Dark.’
‘It’s marvellous not be troubled by money.’
We strolled along in good humour. His doublet, I thought, was not a shade of green to be greatly excited about; it made him look too much the player. Yet Guy de Lambant was a handsome fellow enough. He had a dark, quick eye and eyebrows as sharp and witty as his tongue could be. He was sturdily built, and walked with quite a swagger when he remembered to do so. As an actor he was effective, it had to be admitted, although he lacked my dedication. His character was all one could wish for in a friend: amusing, idle, vain and dissolute, ready for any mischief. The two of us were always cheerful when together, as many ladies of Malacia would vouch.
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