• Fiona McIntosh: Voyager Author of the Month

    Fiona McIntosh was born and raised in Sussex in the UK, but also spent early childhood years in West Africa. She left a PR career in London to travel and settled in Australia in 1980. She has since roamed the world working for her own travel publishing company, which she runs with her husband. She lives in Adelaide with her husband and twin sons. Her website is at www.fionamcintosh.com.

    Her latest book, The Scrivener's Tale, is a stand-alone and takes us back to the world of Morgravia from her very first series, The Quickening:

    About The Scrivener's Tale:

    In the bookshops and cafes of present-day Paris, ex-psychologist Gabe Figaret is trying to put his shattered life back together. When another doctor, Reynard, asks him to help with a delusional female patient, Gabe is reluctant... until he meets her. At first Gabe thinks the woman, Angelina, is merely terrified of Reynard, but he quickly discovers she is not quite what she seems.

    As his relationship with Angelina deepens, Gabe's life in Paris becomes increasingly unstable. He senses a presence watching and following every move he makes, and yet he finds Angelina increasingly irresistible.

    When Angelina tells Gabe he must kill her and flee to a place she calls Morgravia, he is horrified. But then Angelina shows him that the cathedral he has dreamt about since childhood is real and exists in Morgravia.

    A special 10th Anniversary edition of her first fantasy book, Myrren's Gift, will be released in December!



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The physics of fantasy …

…Or how to build an Argosian dirigible.

As a child I lived for a time in Toronto, Canada. One of my fondest memories of that city was the science museum, a fabulous labyrinthine place equipped with displays a kid could actually touch. Oh, the buttons that whirred and the physics that stirred! If I’d had the brains to become a quantum theorist I might have credited those exhibits with inspiring it all. (As it was, even high school pre-calc defeated me, my early dreams dashed on the hard harsh blackboard of life. Those freaky imaginary numbers. The sneeringly rational ones. Those two ultimate snobs, sine and cosine. All Greek to me, thank you Pythagoras.)

But the display that pleased me most was far from the interactive brain-teasers, atop a long escalator filled with sounds of recorded birdsong (the 70’s: a time of bamboo and disembodied tweeting. No social media pun intended.) There some thoughtful person had created a three dimensional replica of a Heath Robinson machine, a proper model complete with a jaunty little gentleman working an intricate contraption that either served up a spoonful of peas or fried an egg – I’m not sure which, though I did spend a great deal of time observing that gentleman and his wonderful invention. If you have never heard of Heath Robinson you are in for a treat. Google him.

It was not exactly how in engineering terms the peas got to the spoon, or the egg to the plate, or whatever it was, that fascinated me, though that was part of the charm. It was the fact that the egg, or the peas, took an inordinately roundabout route to do what they were supposed to do and get where they were supposed to go – a brilliantly complex, fussy, over-engineered monstrosity masquerading as something one might need in real life. A simple task was done in ten times the number of steps normally required: sheer genius.

And so a love of fantasy, and of all things needless and without practicality, was born.

One of the many satisfying things about creating a fantasy world is being given carte blanche to imagine the gadgets and contraptions which might form a part of everyday life there. These things naturally have a basis in ‘reality’ as it is presented in the story. People living in a gigantic tree surrounded on every side by a precipitous drop would invent a means of air-travel, whether it was the taming of great birds, hang-gliders or simply hot air ballooning. But fantasy worlds and fantasy dirigibles are not bound entirely by questions of engineering, or even efficiency. It was not enough to have the Argosians harness Tree-ether and launch their floating ships into the skies. This was a people in the grip of ancient ideas and superstitions: they distrusted science. They used only certain approved forms of air-travel. Their ruling priestly classes paid a great deal of lip-service to the idea of the Natural Law, while in secret making use of forgotten technologies as they saw fit. A dirigible was not supposed to travel faster than weather dictated. Sails were acceptable, but steam-driven propellers were not. Ether jets might be used for direction change and special air-currents harnessed for speed, but the idea of a machine that flouted such concerns and went without the wind would stir up a deep uneasiness in the Argosian soul. Somewhere deep down a collective memory existed, the confused sense that when one allowed a machine to do just anything, one was inevitably trafficking with demons.

So an Argosian dirigible might be described as being built of overlapping sections of hardwood, called clinkers. It possesses a great many ether-balloons, including spare sets to replace those that might be damaged during a flight. It may be steered with long poles if small, or nudged about with ether-jets when large. It uses sails and parachute-like screens to advance or lose speed. Some fantastical contraptions have been observed far to the north which employ pedal-driven propellers. But an Argosian dirigible is also built of ideas. It runs on superstition and uses religion as fuel. It is at the mercy of wind and weather, an entirely inefficient means of transport that takes ten times more effort and energy to move about than a streamlined Zepplin. Practicality is not the main concern of these magnificent, soaring, cumbersome vehicles.

For to begin with, at least, Argosians did not believe in speed for the sake of it. They did not think that the final destination was the only motivation for the journey. They remembered, unconsciously, deep down and buried under a heap of superstition, that the faster you go, the more likely you are to leave a piece of your soul behind.

Times change, of course.

Tymon’s Flight by Mary Victoria will be published in August 2010. In the meantime, keep up with Mary at her blog.


2 Responses

  1. Oh Mary, I am loving this imagery. Beautifully descriptive and provocative too. The equation that factors the speed of soul! I’m so looking forward to your series.

    If anyone would like to see some of w. Heath Robinson’s cartoons, this be the quick link! Or, this one!

    🙂 Kim

  2. Thank you Kim! And thanks for the links! Hurrah for all things “useless!”

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