40s / 50s novell om en mutantfamilj med psi-krafter

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Jag försöker återkalla en historia som jag läste på 1960-talet eller 1970-talet, men som jag misstänker var äldre än den.

Det handlade om en kvasi-odödlig familj i det tjugonde århundradet som bodde i ett landsbygdsområde och behöll en låg profil. Det var en fristående historia och endast familjen, och kanske avlägsna släktingar, hade ovanliga krafter. Jag tror inte att de var utomjordingar, bara en del offshoot av mänskligheten.

De var av olika åldrar, allt från relativt ung till tusentals år gammal. De hade bott i Europa innan de immigrerade till de amerikanska kolonierna. Varje person hade en distinkt uppsättning psi-krafter, allt från morfar, pappa, mamma och son. Jag tror att den yngste, som bara kallades Baby, var den mest kraftfulla och minst mänskliga tittaren och bodde på vinden. Han sov mesteparten av tiden.

Ingenting förblir i minnet av diagrammet.

Som jag minns hade historien en Theodore Sturgeon känsla för det, med en humoristisk ironisk touch, men det var nog inte hans. Jag har inte kunnat identifiera den från att titta på en lista över hans verk.

Jag läste det noga i en antologi, men jag kanske har sett den i en gammal tidning. Jag är bara inte säker.

Om någon kan hjälpa mig att identifiera den, skulle jag vara tacksam. Då kan jag klia den mentala klåden.

    
uppsättning rosesunhill 25.11.2016 21:05

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Låter som Hogben serien med Henry Kuttner och C. L. Moore , som också var svaret på den gamla frågan " Hillbilly-typfamilj med övernaturliga krafter ". Här är en videoannons av Neil Gaiman för The Hogben Chronicles .

Du läste noga den första berättelsen i serien, "Avsluta professorn" , ursprungligen publicerad i Spännande Wonder Stories , oktober 1947 som är tillgänglig på Internetarkiv (klicka på här för nedladdningsalternativ). Några av dessa omslag ser bekanta ut?

De var av olika åldrar, allt från relativt unga till tusentals år gamla. De hade bott i Europa innan de immigrerade till de amerikanska kolonierna.

Grandpaw's the oldest one of us all and he gets kinda mixed up in his language sometimes. I guess the lingo you learned when you're young sorta sticks with you. One thing, he can cuss better than anybody I've ever heard.

"Shucks," I said, "I was only trying to help."

"Thou puling brat," Grandpaw said. "'Tis thy fault and thy dam's. For building that device, I mean, that slew the Haley tribe. Hadst thou not, this scientist would never have come here."

"He's a perfesser," I said. "Name of Thomas Galbraith."

"I know. I read his thoughts through Little Sam's mind. A dangerous man. I never knew a sage who wasn't. Except perhaps Roger Bacon, and I had to bribe him to—but Roger was an exceptional man. Hearken:

"None of you may go to New York. The moment we leave this haven, the moment we are investigated, we are lost. The pack would tear and rend us. Nor could all thy addlepated flights skyward save thee, Lester—dost thou hear?"

[. . . .]

"How old is your grandfather?"

"Gosh, I dunno."

"Homunculi—mm-m. You mentioned that he was a miner once?"

"No, that was Grandpaw's paw," I said. "Tin mines, they were, in England. Only Grandpaw says it was called Britain then. That was during a sorta magic plague they had then. The people had to get the doctors—droons? Droods?"

"Druids?"

"Uh-huh. The Druids was the doctors then, Grandpaw says. Anyhow, all the miners started dying round Cornwall, so they closed up the mines."

"What sort of plague was it?"

I told him what I remembered from Grandpaw's talk, and the Perfesser got very excited and said something about radioactive emanations, as nearly as I could figger out. It made oncommon bad sense.

"Artificial mutations caused by radioactivity!" he said, getting real pink around the jowls. "Your grandfather was born a mutant! The genes and chromosomes were rearranged into a new pattern. Why, you may all be supermen!"

"Nope," I said. "We're Hogbens. That's all."

Jag tror att den yngste, som bara kallades Baby, var den mest kraftfulla och minst mänskliga tittaren och bodde på vinden. Han sov mest av tiden.

Barnet heter Little Sam:

Time we ran off the Haley boys with that shotgun gadget we rigged up—only we never could make out how it worked, somehow—that time, it all started because Rafe Haley come peeking and prying at the shed winder, trying to get a look at Little Sam. Then Rafe went round saying Little Sam had three haids or something.

Can't believe a word them Haley boys say. Three haids! It ain't natcheral, is it? Anyhow, Little Sam's only got two haids, and never had no more since the day he was born.

[. . . .]

"S'pose I go to New York with you, like you want," I said. "Will you leave the family alone?"

He halfway promised, though he didn't want to. But he knuckled under and crossed his heart, on account of I said I'd wake up Little Sam if he didn't. He sure wanted to see Little Sam, but I told him that was no good. Little Sam couldn't go to New York, anyhow. He's got to stay in his tank or he gets awful sick.

    
svaret ges 25.11.2016 21:51