How a Beloved Children’s Book Was Born of Despair | Literary Hub

Where does the Little Prince come from? If you ask him, he hails from Asteroid B-612, a planet not much bigger than a house—which begs the question of where he stores his extensive wardrobe. His creator maintained that he one day looked down on what he thought was a blank sheet of paper, to discover the tiny figure. “I
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Cupid’s Revenge – The Game

Feeling restless? Look no further. This game will keep your mind busy for days, weeks, months, or even years. You are in control, so you decide. It’s all up to you how long you play this out. 

Players: 2

The Rules:

Select your game pieces and place them on ‘Start’. You and your partner begin by rolling the dice. Follow the different paths that are outlined on the board, and keep rolling away to move along. The board is divided into three parts: Elation, Stagnation, and Resolution.  Each category will land you on certain forks in the path or designated spaces on which you will need to draw a card.

Elation

This part includes the Happy Cards. Pick a card, then roll the dice. 1-3 means you receive it and earn 5 points. 4-6 means you give it and also earn 5 points, because after all, sharing is caring. These include the following:

  • Date Night
  • Unexpected Gift
  • A Home-Cooked Meal
  • The Mix Tape or Dedicated Playlist
  • Keys to His/Her Place
  • Keys to His/Her Car
  • Your Own Drawer and/or Closet Space and Toothbrush

When you land on the next game spaces, these are the rules:

Meet Each Other’s Friends – Roll the dice. If you get between 1 and 3, congratulations! That means your significant other’s friends liked you! Remain playing in Elation and earn 10 points. If you get between 4 and 6, sorry! You know what that means. Move on to Stagnation. Lose 10 points.

Meet Each Other’s Family – Follow the same rules as in the Meeting Each Other’s Friends space. 1-3 means they loved you, 4-6 means they hated you.

You will lose a turn when you land on the following spaces:

  • “I’m Calling in Sick” (because you want to spend more time together)
  • Impromptu Getaway
  • “Friends? What Friends? I’d Rather Spend Time With You”

You can remain playing in Elation so long as you and your partner feel like you are still enjoying it and keep drawing Happy Cards.

Stagnation

This section of the game has the Boredom Cards. Draw them when you land on the designated spaces. Each one is worth 5 points. If you draw a card that you feel is not right for you, put it at the bottom of the stack and miss a turn.

  • “I Need a Break”
  • The Silent Treatment – Short Term
  • Free Pass
  • Experimentation (with each other)
  • Night Out With Friends
  • “Let’s Have a Baby!”

You can get out of Stagnation if your partner gets the same card and decides to use it as well. Otherwise, if the other player draws the same card you did before but decides to put it back in the stack, you will move your game piece to Resolution.

Resolution

This section is divided into more diverging paths. This is where you will be able to pick from two card options: Revenge or Agreement.

Revenge:

  • The Silent Treatment – Long Term
  • One-Night Stand
  • Online Dating
  • Experimentation (on your own)
  • Ghosting
  • Gaslighting

Agreement Cards:

These are blank. You fill them out on your own and hope that the other player agrees with you if you want to keep playing.

Who Wins?

The winner is the person who does one of the following:

  • Draws the “Dodge a Bullet” card and uses it
  • Has the most points and decides to quit while they’re ahead

Both players will tie if they both compromise on what the other person wrote on their Agreement card. Move your game pieces back to Elation, and keep on playing.

Best of luck, enjoy!

The Catfish as Metaphor

There is a secondhand bookstore I visit on occasion. It is big and has an old times feeling to it that I find quite comforting. This bookstore is housed in an old building with different rooms you can go through to browse along the many bookshelves. One of the larger areas has a media section and in it you can find used cassette tapes, CD’s, movies, and vinyl records. The record cabinet sits in the middle, wide and somewhat intrusive. Off to one side there are a couple of chairs. I was sitting on one that was right next to a bookshelf full of reference and nature materials;  one of them caught my attention because of its catchy title.

As I looked at the book and wondered why the author had given it such a philosophical name, two young men and a girl – looking no older than early twenties – walked into the area in loud conversation followed by who was probably the mother of at least one of them. The three youngsters gravitated towards the cabinet in curious amazement, and began shuffling through the sleeping rows of plastic and soft cardboard sleeves. I had just been going through the collection myself before they arrived; although I would not call  myself a music expert in all genres, I was not at all impressed with what I had encountered and abandoned the cabinet somewhat cynically after looking through it. This was clearly not a carefully curated collection like the ones found at the vinyl shops I have seen emerging lately.

One of the young men – blond and the most outspoken of the three – was talking about how he loved vinyl and old music. He came across a Bill Cosby comedy album and pulled it out. The other two meanwhile browsed around through different sections while the older woman lurked close by with a look that reflected a combination of condescension and boredom. She seemed somewhat amused by how excited these kids were with the records, whereas to her they were probably nothing more than abandoned relics collected from some old person’s home after they had passed, discards from who-knows-where, or maybe even leftovers from an estate sale.

“This record is probably worth a lot of money now” states Blond Guy with the record still in his hands and a knowing look on his face.

“I doubt it!” replied the older woman with a smirk. “It’s actually probably worth nothing now.”

They continue looking and Blond Guy now declares that the albums should be arranged by genre instead of alphabetical order. My immediate thought is that if that were to be the case, then those genres could only consist of Classical, Polka, Neil Diamond (there were just so many of his records in there), and a fourth which could be named Miscellaneous to cover the few other records that would not fit into the aforementioned categories.
The girl says she is looking for records from the 30’s, 40’s, and 70’s. She then confesses she does not even own a record player. “Maybe someday…”.

“Wow! They have Doris Day!” exclaims Blond Guy.

“She was so bad! Like, how did she ever become famous?” retorts Older Woman, seeming to know better.

“I like her,” answers Blond Guy, embarrassed.

“Who’s ready for food?” asks the other guy, who had said nothing during this whole exchange.

And with that, the group walks out, empty handed. I sit there, looking at the now vacant room, then drift back again to my thoughts on the title The Catfish as Metaphor.