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    Of Hatemongers - Lovecraftian novella by Jonathan Vos Post - Oliver Heaviside

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    Of Hatemongers
    by
    Jonathan Vos Post
    [This is the 10th of the Lovecraftian novellas. And the sequel to “Men of Shortage”, “Mage of Hornets”; “Hero of Magnets”, “doG is Dead”; “Joe Ben Dracula”; “Genera of Moths”; “Harry Jesus”; and “Forename: Ghost”
    “Of Hatemongers”, “A Genomes Froth”, “Forename: Ghost”, “Mage of Hornets”, “Hero of Magnets”, and “Genera of Moths” are all anagrams of “Game of Thrones”; Incomplete draft 22.0 of 10:51-11:21 p.m. Saturday 32 August 2013, 55 pages, 15,250 words [adding 400 word Ch.22: “Washington Boulevard”]


    Oliver Heaviside

    22. Washington Boulevard

    The VFW Post 1053 was located at 1615 E Washington Boulevard Paradena, CA 91104-2747. It was just West of North Oxford Avenue, East of Bressee Avenue and, farther East, the Armenian Church of the Nazarene. It was North of Elijah's House Treatment Center, and just South of William Carey International University, Providence Christian College, and Excelsior School.

    A few paces West was a Burrito Express, Universal Rooter, and. the Isis Lounge Mediterranean Bistro. Immediately across the street to the South was Martin's Auto Worx. Spelled that way. Farther West, North Sierra Bonita Venue. The Alta-Pas Movie Theatre was playing Heaviside, the classic film by Orson Welles loosely based on Norbert Wiener's turgid novel “The Tempter” – itself fictionalizing the bizarre life of Oliver Heaviside, the almost literally Dickensian crackpot who became on of the most lauded experts on electricity by the end of his life, but was badly ripped off by Pupin and AT&T who stole the patent of his invention, which significantly reduced signal distortion in undersea cables.

    “Almost literally Dickensian,” I explained to my attorney, Beethoven, and John Milton, “because odd Oliver Heaviside was born 18 May 1850 in a decaying part of Camden Town, Northern London. His mother was a former governess who ran a small school for neighborhood children. His father was a skilled wood engraver, whose industry was battered by advances in technology. They lived on the razor edge of poverty literally around the corner from where Charles Dickens had lived during the most miserable part of his own childhood. Oliver Heaviside lived there 13 years, across the street from a beer shop, a bakery, grocers, a coffee shop, and chimney sweeps waiting on the cracked sidewalk for temporary employment. At that time, Oliver (also a Dickensian name) was as deaf as Beethoven. That prevented him from playing well with other boys, who mocked him. The vomiting, staggering boozers outside the beer shop made him a lifetime teatotaller. His father, bitter with disappointment, was always whacking him. His bother soured, burdened by running her little school on a shoestring.

    “I'll tell you how the Hatemongers tried to destroy Heaviside,” said Nathaniel.

    23. {to be done}


    another excerpt:
    Of Hatemongers
    by
    Jonathan Vos Post
    [This is the 10th of the Lovecraftian novellas. And the sequel to “Men of Shortage”, “Mage of Hornets”; “Hero of Magnets”, “doG is Dead”; “Joe Ben Dracula”; “Genera of Moths”; “Harry Jesus”; and “Forename: Ghost”
    “Of Hatemongers”, “A Genomes Froth”, “Forename: Ghost”, “Mage of Hornets”, “Hero of Magnets”, and “Genera of Moths” are all anagrams of “Game of Thrones”; Incomplete draft 50.0 of 9:03-9:40 a.m., Friday 20 September 2013, 117 pages, 35,050 words [adding 700 word Ch.50: “Archives”]

    51. Archives

    With both sets of attackers out of commission, we burst through the door we sought, which was where the main arcane archives of The Hatemongers were kept as computer database.

    The Computer system was shaped like a Pentagonal Pyramid, with the bottom pentagon surrounded by a painted Pentagram on the floor.

    Nathaniel and I hacked into it, using a Combinatorial Spell that rapidly cycled through millions of possible passwords.
    We downloaded the entire archive as fast as the I/O could go. On the screen Beethoven and Nathaniel and I could see certain key files we wanted.

    One was on the end of Heaviside's life. Oliver Heaviside was considered to have been what today we call 'paranoid.' But the database documented how The Hatemongers were still trying to at least slow him down. He was then suffering his 'hot and cold disease' at Newton Abbot, and by 1905 the combination of physical and metal problems brought his scientific research to a complete stop. So ther Hatemongers could try to stop Mage Albert Einsein, in which efforts they failed, as 1905 was Einstein's greatest year. The Annus mirabilis papers, from Latin annus mīrābilis, 'extraordinary year,' were the papers of Albert Einstein published in the Annalen der Physik scientific journal in 1905. These four articles contributed substantially to the foundation of modern physics and changed views on space, time, mass, and energy. The annus mirabilis was often called the 'miracle year' in English, or Wunderjahr in German. Of course, his Magicophysics was not in Annalen der Physik , but deeply protected within the Invisible College.

    Three years afterwards, after a gruesome winter, his brother Charles helped Oliver move to Torquay, and from 1908 he shared a house with Mary Way, the spinster sister of the wife of Charles, and helped her with mortgage payments. Oliver technically took over ownership of the house named 'Homefield' in 1911. His health began to improve, but agents of The Hatemongers kept telling Mary Way that Oliver was bossing her about, and she should not stand for it. So she moved out in 1916, as The hatemongers planned, leaving him increasingly isolated, and with nobody to check his eccentricity. He health collapsed like a burned out star collapsing to a black hole, in early 1925. Searle helped him transfer to a nursing home. He died 3 February 1925. He was buried in Paignton Cemetery, in the plot with his parents. His name was carved below theirs on the tombstone. It was often obscured by weeds.
    After he'd died, Homefield became a tourist hotel, then became derelict. Since then, it has been demolished, with only a cracked blue plaque on the fate to say that someone important once lived there.

    In a passage that Oliver had written about Maxwell, which might as well be autobiographical, he contemplated what he called the 'true doctrine of the immortality of the soul” -- not in a theological sense, which he thought was absurdly wrong, but in “the far nobler sense” of lasting effect on the world. He said that some souls are great, and influence after the person's death:
    “That of a Shakespeare or a Newton is stupendous. Such men live the best part of their lives after the shuffle off the mortal coil and fall into the grave. Maxwell was one of those men. His soul will live and grow for long to come, and, thousands of years hence, it will shine as one of the brightest stars of the past, whose light takes ages to reach us,among the crowd of others, not the last bright.”

    “Beautiful,” I said.

    John Milton quoted from Paradise Lost”
    “Thou at the sight
    Pleased, out of Heaven shalt look down and smile,
    While by thee raised I ruin all my foes,
    Death last, and with his carcass glut the grave.”

    “Hang on,” said Nathaniel. “Why this cartoon image of Peabody, the time-travelling dog, and his pet boy, Sherman. Using Peabody's 'Wayback Machine', the pair would take jaunts through history, and usually wind up instrumental in making events come out 'right', i.e., the way they're depicted in history books. The 91 four-and-a-half-minute episodes always ended with atrocious puns.”

    “Were The Hatemongers doing R&D on Time Travel?” I said.

    “Oh, shit!” said Nathaniel.